Title: Cry
Author: Shantay
Email: Not a soul belongs to me…
Distribution: I'm not sure why you would want to post this crap anywhere, but ok…just ask me first. )
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing much really.
Summary: No one has ever seen her cry, except for one person. A quick four parter featuring Amy Dumas/Lita, Chris Jericho, Matt Hardy, Christian, Torrie Wilson, Trish Stratus, and Edge.
Content warning: It gets a little descriptive at a certain point.
Part Four – Two Days Later
Chris lay on his bed, staring at the television at the foot of it. He flipped through the channels, not actually paying attention to what passed by. He wished he could just get her off of his mind. This was six years ago all over again.
He was so mad at himself. How could he let himself slip back into that position? He'd learned to push his feelings aside, ignore them. He'd come to terms with her relationship with Matt. He had finally made himself accept that they were happy together and nothing would change that. And now it was six years of hard work down the drain.
He'd tricked himself into thinking that she would choose him. He'd starting dreaming about being with her all over again. That was stupid. He knew it wasn't possible. So, why had he let himself fall for her all over again? Why had he even let himself believe for a second that they could be more than friends? Now, they weren't even friends at all. He should have never slept with her in the first place.
Chris clicked the television off and threw the remote down beside him angrily. Just as he closed his eyes, there was a knock at the door. He exhaled as he rose to go answer it. Couldn't he get some peace and quiet? He just wanted to be by himself. He pulled the door open as he swore to God if it was Christian trying to talk to him about Amy on the other side of that door…
"Hey." Chris froze as he stared into those familiar hazel eyes. She looked so nervous as she played with her fingers, looking as though she were struggling to keep looking at him. He just turned away from her, leaving the door open. He went back to the bed and laid on it, just as he had been before she'd come.
She hesitated before entering the room and gently shutting the door behind her. He was staring at the ceiling with his hands underneath his head. She took a few deep breaths for courage. Taking a step forward, she said, "I told him everything."
Chris continued to stare at the ceiling, but she could tell that her words had impacted him.
"I told him about us, that we'd slept together. And I explained to him why we haven't really been talking and why everything just blew up at Christian's house." The words flew from her mouth. She had never been this uncomfortable around Chris ever before. It was a feeling she hated. But she was going to fix it. "And then I broke up with him."
He finally looked at her. The serious, no-games look remained on his face. He was trying to read her. She continued speaking as she shifted her weight back and forth from each leg.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't stay with him. After that night at Christian's house, I just knew I'd made a huge mistake. I should have never gotten back with Matt." She looked to the ground. "Especially not after what we did. Not when I'd realized how I actually felt about you." Her voice wavered. She swallowed the huge lump which had formed in her throat. Chris brought his hands from behind his head and rested them on his stomach.
"I owe you the biggest apology. I treated you horribly. I used you to make myself better. Then I left you hanging. That was wrong. I was just so confused. My mind kept telling me that I shouldn't feel this way about my best friend. It was just wrong enough that we'd even had sex in the first place." She sniffled and finally brought her eyes to his. His gaze had softened tremendously. "I didn't take the time to consider how you felt. I didn't even try to consider something new."
She took a few steps closer, kneeling down by his bed. A tear fell out the corner of her eye. Chris just continued to watch her. "I was just so shocked when he asked me to come back to him. I never expected him to do something like that. I was so caught off guard. I never should have told him yes."
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it. She fought the tears which were falling faster. She grabbed his hand and he didn't resist. She caressed it between hers. "Chris, it's so crazy what I'm feeling for you right now. You know me, I'm never sure about anything. But right now, I'm sure that I wanna be with you. Not talking to you or hanging out with you for the past month and a half has been absolute torture. I hate the person I am without you. I'm so miserable."
She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply. She melted when Chris reached out and wiped away a tear with his thumb. She opened her eyes. "We know everything about each other. I know that you had this special cape when you were little and actually thought you were superman when you put it on. And you know that I had three invisible friends all the way until the seventh grade." She laughed through her tears and caressed his hand in hers. He kept that serious look on his face though, just watching her.
"It's like we've actually been together all these years and didn't know it. And I was just hoping you'd forgive this asshole this time around."
Amy released a deep breath and pressed her lips together, waiting for his answer. He pulled her hand, pulling her up onto the bed. She laid against him, resting her head on his chest and her hand on his abs. He wrapped his arm around her, running his hand along her side. And for the first time in weeks, they laid there in a comfortable silence.
"You do know that there's nowhere else I'd rather be right now," Chris assured her.
She wiped at the remaining tears on her face. "Gosh Chris, why do you always make me cry?"
He shook his head, chuckling. "I don't know."
The silence followed again. It was so relieving.
"You are."
Chris frowned slightly. "What?"
"You are…the best sex I've ever had." Amy smiled against his chest, knowing that he could feel it. He squeezed her while smiling himself.
"You too babe. You too."
"Is this where we say 'I love you'?" Amy asked. They were both quiet for a few seconds before saying 'no' together. They both laughed, understanding each other so well.
"Too cliché," Chris remarked. Amy closed her eyes as Chris hugged her closer. And for the first time in a long time, she felt like everything was right. She exhaled deeply before drifting into a deep sleep.
Damn that noise. Amy struggled to lift her eyelids. She was so sore. She shifted. Damnit, she thought. She'd completely forgotten about sleeping in that chair. Her eyes shot over to where the noise was coming from. She remembered exactly where she was now.
She scooted her chair forward and grabbed his hand in hers. She'd refused to leave. She wouldn't leave him there. She was going to be there when he woke up.
Why was this happening? That bed must have been really uncomfortable. He probably wanted to be home in his own bed. She looked at his face. He was pale. There were tiny cuts all over. He was still gorgeous. She would just give anything to see those blue eyes again.
Her head bowed forward. It was all a dream. She wasn't lying in Chris's arms. They weren't together and happy. And he didn't know how she felt about him. Instead he was laying there in a hospital bed and he probably didn't even know that she was there. And that's why she wasn't going to leave. She wanted him to know that she hadn't left his side once. She hadn't made the same mistake as before.
"But I do love you." She kissed the back of his hand. She looked over as the door opened.
"Good morning Ms. Dumas." The doctor entered, chart in hand. He was there to check on Chris. He walked over to the other side of the bed. "Ms. Dumas, why don't you go home? Get some rest. We're taking really good care of Chris." She shook her head. He pressed the issue. "He'll be just fine. But you won't if you just keep sitting here. Really, I think you should –"
"No," she retorted forcefully. "I can't leave him again."
The doctor sighed. Watching her was so depressing. She looked so miserable and sleep-deprived. "Well, at least get yourself something to eat." She looked ready to object, but he didn't let her. "He'll be just fine while you're gone. Go eat something and then come back."
Amy looked at the doctor. She stood from the chair and leaned down to kiss Chris on the forehead. "I promise I'll be right back." She squeezed his hand once more before leaving him there.
She walked down the hall, pushing her hair behind her ears. She entered the waiting room.
"Amy." Torrie and Trish stood right in front of her. They both pulled her into a hug. When they released her, Torrie asked, "Are you okay?" Amy shrugged.
The guys then joined the crowd. Adam asked, "How's Chris? Is he awake?" Amy shook her head.
She looked at her four friends before asking, "Is Matt here?"
"I'm right here." They all moved out of the way so that she could see him. She swallowed hard before walking up to him.
"I'm so sorry." He just stared at her. "I just need you to know that I never cheated on you and I do love you."
"I know that." He rose from his chair and hugged her. "It's okay."
"Amy!" She jumped as she turned around. Christian came rushing toward her, nearly out of breath.
"What's wrong?" She was panicking. Please no…
"It's Chris." Christian was trying to catch his breath. Amy shook her head, mouthing 'no'. Christian grabbed her shoulders. "I'm sorry. It's not looking good."
This couldn't be real. No way. Not Chris. Not this way. She hadn't even gotten to tell him that she loved him. She began to wobble. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She only heard her name being called as darkness took over.
Her head hurt so badly. And her body felt so stiff and sore. She struggled to open her eyes.
"Oh my God. She's waking up."
She moaned as she lifted her hand to her forehead. She finally opened her eyes but had to blink a few times to clear her vision. Damn those bright lights. She was still in the hospital and that meant…
She had to go see him. She tried to lift herself but felt hands push her back down.
"Amy, you're gonna hurt yourself." She looked up at Christian as he held her back down. She struggled against him, but he held her there.
Tears came to her eyes. "Don't do this to me Christian. I need to see him. Please." She was breaking down.
"Calm down honey."
She wiped at her eyes. "Help me sit up." Christian helped pull her up and fixed her pillows for her. Amy looked around, seeing a distressed Torrie watching her. She brought her gaze back to Christian. She needed to reason with him. "Look, I know I passed out and all. But I'm okay. I need to be with him."
Christian had an expression of uneasiness on his face. He glanced at Torrie before returning his attention to Amy. "Who do you need to be with?"
Amy's eyebrows furrowed deeply. "Chris. I need to see him." Christian looked to Torrie again. Amy watched them exchange a look and she needed to know what was going on. "Why are you two treating me like I'm crazy? I said I need to see Chris."
Christian nodded before walking over to Torrie. He pulled her over to a corner of the room and began to whisper to her. What the hell was going on? Well, Amy knew one thing for sure. She wasn't going to sit here while the man that she loved was dying. She threw the covers off of her. "I've been with him for the past two days and there's no way you guys are going to keep me away from him now." She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and Christian and Torrie came rushing over.
"Amy, sweetie, please stop. You're going to hurt yourself. Please," Torrie pleaded with her friend.
"No! I want to see Chris." Christian tried to restrain her as she yelled at him. "Let me go! I need to see Chris! I need Chris!"
"I'm right here."
All three of them turned and looked at Chris. He looked confused, not taking his eyes off of Amy. She brought her hands up and covered her mouth. "Oh my God." She stood from the bed and went over to him. "You're okay. Oh my God." She threw her arms around him. Suddenly, coming back to her senses she pulled away. "What are you doing out of bed? You need to be resting."
Chris placed his hands on her shoulders. "Are you okay?"
"Of course I am. It's you I'm worried about. You were just in a car wreck. There's no reason you should be out and about like this." Chris looked to Torrie and Christian. He then placed his arm around her waist and ushered her back to the bed. He sat her down; making her put her legs under the covers.
Amy looked around noticing the troubled looks on their faces. "What's going on?" Chris stood beside her and took her hand.
"Sweetie, you've been in the hospital for two days. Don't you remember what happened?"
"Are you serious? I was out that long?" She shook her head. She looked to Chris again. "But you're okay." She smiled. He didn't.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Amy, I wasn't in a car accident."
She looked to Christian and Torrie for confirmation. Their faces told the same story.
"But I stayed here with you for two days. You were unconscious. And Christian came and told me that you weren't doing well. And…" She looked at Christian who shook his head. "No…I must have been dreaming again. So this must be a dream too…"
"No, honey, you're not dreaming."
She tried to speak but couldn't form any words. Chris cleared his throat.
"Saturday, we were all at Christian's house. And you went into the kitchen. Matt followed you in there. And you passed out and hit your head on the floor." She listened to him, mouth agape. "You've been in here ever since then. You just woke up today."
"Really?" She started to breathe harder. Was this actually real?
"There's something else Amy." She looked to Christian. "When you and Matt were in the kitchen talking, Chris and I were outside. And Chris told me about you and him. When you passed out, Matt came out to tell me and Chris, but he overheard."
Amy shook her head. "Oh my God. Where is he?"
"We finally got him to go for a walk with Adam and Trish. He's pretty upset. He tried to kill Chris. We've been keeping them apart forever. You need to talk –"
"What the hell are you doing here?!" All eyes shot to an infuriated Matt, who stood in the doorway staring at Chris with Adam and Trish behind him. He charged at Chris before anyone could stop him and shoved him. Chris stood from the chair.
"Listen Matt! I told you nothing is going on between us! And I swear if you put your hands on me one more time, I'm gonna have to kick your ass." Chris stood toe to toe with Matt.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Come on. Outside right now."
"Okay macho men." Christian stepped in between the two of them. "Look, don't do this in front of Amy." They all looked at her and she was watching them with a look of horror on her face. Matt walked around to the other side of the bed.
"You were sleeping with him?" Matt sent Chris a glare before looking at Amy.
She looked at both men. Everything was blowing up. "No, no. We slept together once."
"I knew it." Matt stepped to go attack Chris but Amy grabbed his arm. This was not what she ever wanted to happen, especially not in front of everyone.
She clutched at her head which had begun to throb. "Matt, listen to me. We slept together after you and I broke up. I wasn't cheating on you. And we were not sleeping together." He seemed to calm down once he heard that. Amy sighed. "Can you all leave for a second so I can talk to Matt?"
They filed out of the room.
"Matt, sit down please." He paused and finally sat down in the chair. He blew out a long breath, not looking at her. "I love you Matt." He looked at her. "Like a friend."
She shifted in the bed so that she could face him more. "I've made a lot of mistakes. I never meant to hurt you…or for you to find out like this. You were right when you broke up with me. We've lost something. We're not meant for each other. You knew that when you broke up with me. And I knew it when we got back together. But I made a mistake in saying yes. You deserve better and you know that. We shouldn't settle."
He looked down, seeming to agree with what she was saying. He knew she was right. He wouldn't have broken up with her in the first place if what she was saying wasn't true.
"I really care about you. I can't make another mistake. And I'd hope that you could be happy for me…and Chris."
Matt sat up and looked at her. "I know you're right, but it's so hard to do this." He stood and hugged her. She exhaled a sigh of relief. This was hard for her to since she had spent six years of her life with him. But at some point, it was time to move on. There was nothing more that she could hope for than for all of this to end happily. Well, she still had one more thing to do for this to all end happily.
She released him. "Can you get Chris for me?" He nodded and began to walk away before she called out to him. "And please don't hit him."
"I promise I won't. I'm okay. And I'm gonna get to the point where I'm happy for you." They both laughed. He leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. She watched him with a smile on her face as he left.
Amy sighed and dropped her hands into her lap. She closed her eyes and sent up a silent prayer that Chris would forgive her for all that she'd put him through for the past month and a half. She knew now. She wanted to be with him.
"Whatcha dreamin' about?"
She smiled as she opened her eyes. There he stood, leaning in the doorway with his hands in his pockets.
"About you." He raised his eyebrows and twisted his head, eyeing her. "Come here," she motioned for him to sit on the bed. He pulled himself off the wall and came to her.
"That was quite the past two days, huh?" She mocked him, nudging him in the shoulder and he smiled.
"Yeah, I guess so." He looked at her. "I'm so glad you're alright."
"Me too. And now that I'm back, there's something I really need to tell you."
He turned so that he could see her better.
"First, can you forgive me for everything? The past month and a half and even the past six years?"
He shrugged. "Sounds like a possibility." He wasn't going to let this be easy. She smiled, looking down.
"I've been such an idiot. And I've just been hurting you by ignoring everything between us. And if I could go back and do it all over again from the moment Matt asked for me to come back, I would. And I would choose you."
They were so close. She just stared into those blue eyes she'd been missing in her dream. She loved them so much. She loved him.
"You remember when I came to your room last time and I was rambling on and on about why you wouldn't talk to me?" He nodded. "I said something about 'if you were mad because you didn't want me to get back with Matt then' and you cut me off. What I was going to say was, if you were mad because you didn't want me to get back with Matt then…I would break up with him." He blinked a few times, absorbing that information. She needed him to know that she was willing to do almost anything for him.
"There's so much that I want to say to you. I said it perfectly in my dream too," They both laughed softly. "But basically, I want to be with you. And I hope that you want to be with me too. I'm so sorry Chris for everything. And I've finally come to my senses. I just hope you can forgive me."
Okay, so this was not the time for a silence. But sure enough there it was as she waited for his answer.
"No."
Her heart dropped. She felt tears at the back of her eyes. She'd just assumed…
"Are you serious?"
"No." A huge smiled spread across his face. She sucked her teeth and punched him in the arm. He grabbed his arm where her fist had just connected and said 'ow'.
"Jackass! That was not at all funny." He wrapped his arms around her as he brought his legs up in the bed.
"I couldn't help it. But you should have already known my answer." He kissed the side of her head. "So, should we say 'I love you' or would that be too cliché?"
Amy pulled away slightly and looked at him in utter confusion. He smiled. "So what's funny is that you kinda talk in your sleep. So everything you said in your confession part of the dream —"
She threw her hand over her mouth. "So everyone heard?"
"No just me. I was the only one here. It was pretty late."
She exhaled. "Oh, thank God." She laid her head on his shoulder. "How long before I get out of here?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. But when I get you out of here and take you home —"
She threw her finger over his lips. "Surprise me."
Chris kissed her finger. He grabbed her hand and that serious look came to his face. "I love you so much."
She licked her lips. "I love you too. I really do." She leaned in. But before she reached his lips, she stopped. "Wait." She reached over the other side of the bed and came back up with a remote in hand. The remote had a cord which connected to the bed. "Let's see," she mumbled as she read the remote. "I think it's this button." She pressed it and the bed started to vibrate. She looked at him and raised one eyebrow mischievously.
Chris faked a shudder. "Ooo…you're getting me all excited."
She laughed. "Just a sign of things to come baby."
With those words, she kissed the man she loved, knowing she'd finally made the right choice. And she wasn't going to mess this one up.
Author's Note: See, I couldn't decide exactly how to end the story. So I wrote different things and then I just couldn't choose. And that's how we ended up with this. I hope you guys have enjoyed this one. This is one of my favorites of mine. Please review! As for my other stories, it may take me a little while to update because I am back at school. I will do my best because I'm realizing how much it sucks to get into a story and it's never finished.