Disclaimer: I don't own Jeff Hardy or Trish Stratus or anyone else...so
don't sue me!!!!!!!
*WARNING RAW SPOILER: MARCH 17, 2003*
A/N: Yes, I am another innocent fan fic writer who has been inspired by Jeff kissing Trish last night on Raw.
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Trish Stratus sat in the empty Diva's locker room, in front of the mirror, a wet towel in her hand. She had just gotten back from her match with Lisa Marie (Victoria) and Steven Richards. She was still in her purple and blue jumpsuit, her coat and hat on a chair next to the door. She went to wipe the body paint from Jeff Hardy off of her forehead, but stopped just before the wet cloth hit her skin. Instead, she ran her fingers gingerly over the blue paint and thought about what had taken place just minutes ago. He had kissed her, in the middle of the ring, in front of 16,000 people in the arena and the millions watching at home, it was all part of the show. Jazz left her in the middle of their tag match to get trampled by Victoria and Steven Richards. Of course she lost, but the psycho-bitch Victoria wouldn't leave with out inflicting as much pain as possible on Trish. Steven was about to give her a SteVT (*is that how ya spell it?*) when Victoria stopped him. She jumped out of the ring and quickly retrieved the time keeper's chair, bringing it back in the ring. Victoria then told Steven to SteVT her onto the steal chair, but before he could, she was saved by the one and only, Jeff Hardy. She rolled close to the edge of the ring as Jeff took care of Steven and Victoria. Soon he was helping her up, holding her gently as he checked on her. He moved her face so that they made eye contact and briefly brushed his lips against hers. He then let go of her, and headed up the ramp. She leaned up against the ropes with a shocked, yet almost happy look on her face, as she was told to do. And now here she was, twenty minutes later delaying the task of wiping off his paint.
"What are ya thinking about, blondie?" A friendly voice broke into her thoughts.
"Hmm...oh nothing." Trish said finally wiping the paint off.
"You're thinking about that kiss aren't you?" The person more stated then asked. Trish sighed.
"You know me all to well Aimes."
"You really should tell him how you feel." The fiery red head said as she sat next to Trish.
"You know I can't do that. He's got Melissa, who he's madly in love with." Trish said sadly as she stood up and began to change. Amy shook her head.
"Maybe he only thinks that."
"What do you mean?"
"We've all been in love before. I thought I was in love before I found Matt, it's probably the same for him with Melissa. Haven't you been in love before?"
"Well, of course I have...who hasn't?" She asked pulling a '100% Stratusfaction Guaranteed' baby-tee over her head.
"That's my point...tell him." Amy said.
"I can't do that."
"Fine Trish...whatever you want to do." Amy said leaving the locker room. Trish groaned. She hoped Amy wasn't mad at her, but she just couldn't tell Jeff how she felt. The truth was that she was scared of him rejecting her, that's why she used his girlfriend, Melissa, as an excuse. Trish finished changing and pulled on her Nautica jacket. She threw her bag over her shoulder as she headed out the door.
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*~Meanwhile~*
"Baby, I told you that I was going to have to kiss Trish for the new storyline we're starting together...I couldn't refuse to do it, I'm already in enough hot water for being late around here anyway...I won't quit and I don't want to get fired...Come on Mel, don't do this now, I don't wanna fight with you over the phone can't we talk about this when I get home...Don't hang up...Melissa...Melissa..." He said as Melissa hung up on him. "Damn it!" He cursed as he flipped his cell shut.
"Trouble in paradise?" Chris Irvine (Jericho) asked as he packed his bag.
"You guessed it. Melissa's pissed that I kissed Trish for our new storyline." He said sitting on the bench and putting his head in his hands.
"Doesn't she understand it's your job?"
"I dunno, I told her I was going to kiss Trish tonight, and she said it was fine as long as it was for the storyline, and now she's pissed. I really don't get women sometimes." Jeff said looking up at Chris.
"Women are one of the many mysteries I don't think man will ever figure out."
"I hear ya loud and clear." Jeff said as he threw his bag over his shoulder. "I'm gonna get going, man." Jeff said as he left the locker room.
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*~Later That Night~*
Trish sighed as she walked through the hallway of the Holiday Inn. It was one thirty in the morning and she couldn't sleep at all. Every time she closed her eyes the image of her and Jeff kissing would appear in her mind over and over again. She figured that if she went and worked out for a little while, she would be too tired to think about anything. She headed down to the hotel workout room in a pair of baby blue shorts with the word 'Naughty' across the butt, a white tank top and Nike sneakers. She was surprised when she saw Jeff on the treadmill. She bit her lip as she watched him for a couple of seconds. He had on a pair of black netted shorts, a white wifebeater, and FILA sneakers. She could hear Pearl Jam blasting from the headphones he wore. As if sensing her eyes on him he turned around, smiled at her and pulled his headphones down so that they rested around his neck.
"What are you doing here so late?" He asked stopping the treadmill.
"I...umm...couldn't sleep." She lied shrugging. Jeff nodded.
"Same here."
"Why can't you sleep?" She asked curiously as she walked over to the stair master next to the treadmill.
"I kinda got into a fight with Melissa."
"Oh, I'm guessing it was over our new story line."
"Yep. What about you?"
"Oh, I'm just not tired." She lied again as she started the stair master.
"Are you ok?" Jeff asked leaning on the arm of the treadmill as he watched her.
"Yea, I'm fine...why?" She asked giving him a fake smile.
"You just don't seem your normal, bubbly self." He said as he continued to watch her. She stopped the stair master.
"Oh, well I'm just tired."
"But didn't you just say you couldn't sleep."
"Oh...I umm...I'm tired now. Listen I'm gonna go back to room my now and get some rest. See you tomorrow Jeff!" She called as she quickly left the work out room.
"Umm...ok, talk to ya later." He said somewhat bewildered by her behavior.
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A/N2: So what do you all think of the first chapter of this fic? I just got this inspiration to write about Jeff and Trish from their kiss. I was sooooo not expecting that. I said to my friend "Did I just see that Tor?" and she was like "Yea, I wuzn't expecting it either"...but hey it's about damn time Jeff got a little action! And I'm really upset that they just left it at that and had no backstage segments or anything like that! Now I have to wait a freakin week to see what happens!!! UGH!!!! I'm so mad!!! O and I also think that two years wuz way to long of a wait to get them together...don't you think? Anywho...plz, plz, plz, review and tell me if I should continue!!!!
Luv Ya Lotz,
*~Aimie~*
P.S. I'm probably going to change the title....cuz I couldn't think of anything else and I really don't like this one.
*WARNING RAW SPOILER: MARCH 17, 2003*
A/N: Yes, I am another innocent fan fic writer who has been inspired by Jeff kissing Trish last night on Raw.
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Trish Stratus sat in the empty Diva's locker room, in front of the mirror, a wet towel in her hand. She had just gotten back from her match with Lisa Marie (Victoria) and Steven Richards. She was still in her purple and blue jumpsuit, her coat and hat on a chair next to the door. She went to wipe the body paint from Jeff Hardy off of her forehead, but stopped just before the wet cloth hit her skin. Instead, she ran her fingers gingerly over the blue paint and thought about what had taken place just minutes ago. He had kissed her, in the middle of the ring, in front of 16,000 people in the arena and the millions watching at home, it was all part of the show. Jazz left her in the middle of their tag match to get trampled by Victoria and Steven Richards. Of course she lost, but the psycho-bitch Victoria wouldn't leave with out inflicting as much pain as possible on Trish. Steven was about to give her a SteVT (*is that how ya spell it?*) when Victoria stopped him. She jumped out of the ring and quickly retrieved the time keeper's chair, bringing it back in the ring. Victoria then told Steven to SteVT her onto the steal chair, but before he could, she was saved by the one and only, Jeff Hardy. She rolled close to the edge of the ring as Jeff took care of Steven and Victoria. Soon he was helping her up, holding her gently as he checked on her. He moved her face so that they made eye contact and briefly brushed his lips against hers. He then let go of her, and headed up the ramp. She leaned up against the ropes with a shocked, yet almost happy look on her face, as she was told to do. And now here she was, twenty minutes later delaying the task of wiping off his paint.
"What are ya thinking about, blondie?" A friendly voice broke into her thoughts.
"Hmm...oh nothing." Trish said finally wiping the paint off.
"You're thinking about that kiss aren't you?" The person more stated then asked. Trish sighed.
"You know me all to well Aimes."
"You really should tell him how you feel." The fiery red head said as she sat next to Trish.
"You know I can't do that. He's got Melissa, who he's madly in love with." Trish said sadly as she stood up and began to change. Amy shook her head.
"Maybe he only thinks that."
"What do you mean?"
"We've all been in love before. I thought I was in love before I found Matt, it's probably the same for him with Melissa. Haven't you been in love before?"
"Well, of course I have...who hasn't?" She asked pulling a '100% Stratusfaction Guaranteed' baby-tee over her head.
"That's my point...tell him." Amy said.
"I can't do that."
"Fine Trish...whatever you want to do." Amy said leaving the locker room. Trish groaned. She hoped Amy wasn't mad at her, but she just couldn't tell Jeff how she felt. The truth was that she was scared of him rejecting her, that's why she used his girlfriend, Melissa, as an excuse. Trish finished changing and pulled on her Nautica jacket. She threw her bag over her shoulder as she headed out the door.
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*~Meanwhile~*
"Baby, I told you that I was going to have to kiss Trish for the new storyline we're starting together...I couldn't refuse to do it, I'm already in enough hot water for being late around here anyway...I won't quit and I don't want to get fired...Come on Mel, don't do this now, I don't wanna fight with you over the phone can't we talk about this when I get home...Don't hang up...Melissa...Melissa..." He said as Melissa hung up on him. "Damn it!" He cursed as he flipped his cell shut.
"Trouble in paradise?" Chris Irvine (Jericho) asked as he packed his bag.
"You guessed it. Melissa's pissed that I kissed Trish for our new storyline." He said sitting on the bench and putting his head in his hands.
"Doesn't she understand it's your job?"
"I dunno, I told her I was going to kiss Trish tonight, and she said it was fine as long as it was for the storyline, and now she's pissed. I really don't get women sometimes." Jeff said looking up at Chris.
"Women are one of the many mysteries I don't think man will ever figure out."
"I hear ya loud and clear." Jeff said as he threw his bag over his shoulder. "I'm gonna get going, man." Jeff said as he left the locker room.
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*~Later That Night~*
Trish sighed as she walked through the hallway of the Holiday Inn. It was one thirty in the morning and she couldn't sleep at all. Every time she closed her eyes the image of her and Jeff kissing would appear in her mind over and over again. She figured that if she went and worked out for a little while, she would be too tired to think about anything. She headed down to the hotel workout room in a pair of baby blue shorts with the word 'Naughty' across the butt, a white tank top and Nike sneakers. She was surprised when she saw Jeff on the treadmill. She bit her lip as she watched him for a couple of seconds. He had on a pair of black netted shorts, a white wifebeater, and FILA sneakers. She could hear Pearl Jam blasting from the headphones he wore. As if sensing her eyes on him he turned around, smiled at her and pulled his headphones down so that they rested around his neck.
"What are you doing here so late?" He asked stopping the treadmill.
"I...umm...couldn't sleep." She lied shrugging. Jeff nodded.
"Same here."
"Why can't you sleep?" She asked curiously as she walked over to the stair master next to the treadmill.
"I kinda got into a fight with Melissa."
"Oh, I'm guessing it was over our new story line."
"Yep. What about you?"
"Oh, I'm just not tired." She lied again as she started the stair master.
"Are you ok?" Jeff asked leaning on the arm of the treadmill as he watched her.
"Yea, I'm fine...why?" She asked giving him a fake smile.
"You just don't seem your normal, bubbly self." He said as he continued to watch her. She stopped the stair master.
"Oh, well I'm just tired."
"But didn't you just say you couldn't sleep."
"Oh...I umm...I'm tired now. Listen I'm gonna go back to room my now and get some rest. See you tomorrow Jeff!" She called as she quickly left the work out room.
"Umm...ok, talk to ya later." He said somewhat bewildered by her behavior.
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A/N2: So what do you all think of the first chapter of this fic? I just got this inspiration to write about Jeff and Trish from their kiss. I was sooooo not expecting that. I said to my friend "Did I just see that Tor?" and she was like "Yea, I wuzn't expecting it either"...but hey it's about damn time Jeff got a little action! And I'm really upset that they just left it at that and had no backstage segments or anything like that! Now I have to wait a freakin week to see what happens!!! UGH!!!! I'm so mad!!! O and I also think that two years wuz way to long of a wait to get them together...don't you think? Anywho...plz, plz, plz, review and tell me if I should continue!!!!
Luv Ya Lotz,
*~Aimie~*
P.S. I'm probably going to change the title....cuz I couldn't think of anything else and I really don't like this one.