Title: "Only Hope" (1/?)
Author: twstofate aka Hayden
e-mail: [email protected]
Category: WWF long-fic
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWF
Distribution: Please ask first
Rating: PG-13, deals with death and relationships
Spoilers: RAW 2/18/2002
Summary: Tragedy befalls Matt and Team Xtreme and Lita finds comfort in someone unexpected.
He'd always been a sucker for crying women. It didn't matter if they were strangers on the street or his mother, when he saw women crying he had to comfort them. He would stay with them, ask them how he could help, and do whatever within his power he could to help out.
How well would that mesh with the selfish, egotistical attitude he exuded?
He knew from the shaking shoulders that the woman wrapped in a ball on the floor of the hallway with her head in her hands were crying. He knew from how she was behind the sound equipment cases that she had been hiding so no one could see her tears. He had only seen her because he got sick of listening to Jericho go on and on about how wonderful he was and he went to find somewhere else to warm up for his match. He knew from the red hair that the crying woman was Lita.
Lita hated him. She had made it abundantly clear on numerous occasions that she didn't care for him at all. Even when he had been the one leading the WWF against the Alliance, she hadn't trusted him.
But she was crying.
"Lita?" he asked softly, not daring to crouch next to the sobbing Diva.
"What?" she asked, not bothering to look up to see who was talking to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Lita said, her voice thin and strained. She didn't convince him for a second.
"What's wrong Lita?" he asked, this time making his voice firm.
She looked up at him and her brown eyes widened with shock. "What do you care Kurt Angle? You'll probably just go run and tell my former friend Chris Jericho so he has more ammo to make sun of me."
"I wouldn't do that," Kurt said. He decided to throw caution to the wind and he kneeled next to her. "Do you want me to go get Matt or Jeff?"
"No!" Lita exclaimed. "And you can't tell them I was crying. It would hurt them and they don't deserve to hurt anymore."
"I would venture to guess that you don't deserve to hurt either," Kurt said.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Lita asked, her eyes suddenly becoming wary.
"Call it a soft spot for damsels in distress," Kurt shrugged. "Do you want to talk about it? I promise not to tell anyone about anything you say. I'll even pledge Scout's honor."
Lita chuckled to herself momentarily. "You sure you don't mind?"
"Why would I mind?" Kurt asked. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
"Of course not," Lita said, patting the cement next to her. "You really sure you want to listen to my sob story?"
"Yeah," Kurt said, taking a strand of her red hair that had fallen into her face. He tucked it gently behind her ear.
"Well, you remember how Matt went after Taker after what he did to Jeff and I?" Lita asked. When Kurt nodded she went on with her story. "Well, Taker put him in the hospital and something seemed wrong to the doctors. Jeff and I were at his side anyways, because he made it obvious that he cared about us. We were completely reconciled and Matt and I had decided to give our relationship another chance.
"That's when the doctors told us the results of some extra tests that they had run on Matt," Lita continued. "It looked like Matt had a tumor in his brain. They went in and found out it was malignant and had already passed into his bones."
"But he's so healthy!" Kurt protested.
"That's what we all said," Lita said miserably. "The doctors said if he hadn't been so healthy he would have known a lot earlier something was wrong. Now there's nothing that they can do."
"What are you saying Lita?" Kurt asked, fear filling his blue eyes.
"He's dying Kurt," Lita said. "I know everyone was told that we were suspended, but we told Vince what was going on and he gave us some time to decide what we wanted to do."
"Why's Matt back?" Kurt asked, not noticing that sometime while Lita had been telling her story that he had wrapped an arm around her.
"He wants to wrestle for as long as he can," Lita said. "He loves wrestling. The doctors said a month, maybe more before he has to stop completely. Then they will put him on morphine until..."
"God Lita," Kurt said, squeezing her comfortingly. "No wonder you were crying. You don't need to pretend like this doesn't hurt."
"But I have to be a rock for Matt and Jeff," Lita said. "I have to stay strong for them. It took everything I had to convince Jeff to come back for Matt. He knew Matt would never come back without him. I can't let them see that I'm falling apart here."
"I guess," Kurt said. "I respect you a lot for trying to stay strong for them."
Lita looked into his blue eyes and noted the open, honest look in them. "Thanks Kurt."
"You don't need to thank me," Kurt shrugged. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, you've done more than enough sitting here and listening to me," Lita said. "But do you think you could be nicer to Matt and Jeff now? I mean, don't let them know that you know, but don't torture them."
"Yeah, of course," Kurt said. "And I want you to know that I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on. I don't ever want to find you behind equipment cases sobbing again. It isn't healthy."
"Thanks Kurt," Lita said, wiping the tears off of her face.
"There's a restroom around the corner if you want to wash your face before you go back to your dressing room," Kurt offered.
"Thanks," Lita said. "What were you doing out here anyways?"
"Getting away from Y2Jerk," Kurt said. He sighed as he said; "now I have to go face the Princess. She won't be too happy that I lost to her ex."
"Lucky you," Lita said. She impulsively leaned over and kissed Kurt lightly on the cheek. "Let no good deed go unpunished."
Kurt watched as Lita walked away from him. He had no idea how she had the strength to cope with the pain she had to be feeling. But he respected her more than he respected any other woman in his life.
Author: twstofate aka Hayden
e-mail: [email protected]
Category: WWF long-fic
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWF
Distribution: Please ask first
Rating: PG-13, deals with death and relationships
Spoilers: RAW 2/18/2002
Summary: Tragedy befalls Matt and Team Xtreme and Lita finds comfort in someone unexpected.
He'd always been a sucker for crying women. It didn't matter if they were strangers on the street or his mother, when he saw women crying he had to comfort them. He would stay with them, ask them how he could help, and do whatever within his power he could to help out.
How well would that mesh with the selfish, egotistical attitude he exuded?
He knew from the shaking shoulders that the woman wrapped in a ball on the floor of the hallway with her head in her hands were crying. He knew from how she was behind the sound equipment cases that she had been hiding so no one could see her tears. He had only seen her because he got sick of listening to Jericho go on and on about how wonderful he was and he went to find somewhere else to warm up for his match. He knew from the red hair that the crying woman was Lita.
Lita hated him. She had made it abundantly clear on numerous occasions that she didn't care for him at all. Even when he had been the one leading the WWF against the Alliance, she hadn't trusted him.
But she was crying.
"Lita?" he asked softly, not daring to crouch next to the sobbing Diva.
"What?" she asked, not bothering to look up to see who was talking to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Lita said, her voice thin and strained. She didn't convince him for a second.
"What's wrong Lita?" he asked, this time making his voice firm.
She looked up at him and her brown eyes widened with shock. "What do you care Kurt Angle? You'll probably just go run and tell my former friend Chris Jericho so he has more ammo to make sun of me."
"I wouldn't do that," Kurt said. He decided to throw caution to the wind and he kneeled next to her. "Do you want me to go get Matt or Jeff?"
"No!" Lita exclaimed. "And you can't tell them I was crying. It would hurt them and they don't deserve to hurt anymore."
"I would venture to guess that you don't deserve to hurt either," Kurt said.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Lita asked, her eyes suddenly becoming wary.
"Call it a soft spot for damsels in distress," Kurt shrugged. "Do you want to talk about it? I promise not to tell anyone about anything you say. I'll even pledge Scout's honor."
Lita chuckled to herself momentarily. "You sure you don't mind?"
"Why would I mind?" Kurt asked. "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
"Of course not," Lita said, patting the cement next to her. "You really sure you want to listen to my sob story?"
"Yeah," Kurt said, taking a strand of her red hair that had fallen into her face. He tucked it gently behind her ear.
"Well, you remember how Matt went after Taker after what he did to Jeff and I?" Lita asked. When Kurt nodded she went on with her story. "Well, Taker put him in the hospital and something seemed wrong to the doctors. Jeff and I were at his side anyways, because he made it obvious that he cared about us. We were completely reconciled and Matt and I had decided to give our relationship another chance.
"That's when the doctors told us the results of some extra tests that they had run on Matt," Lita continued. "It looked like Matt had a tumor in his brain. They went in and found out it was malignant and had already passed into his bones."
"But he's so healthy!" Kurt protested.
"That's what we all said," Lita said miserably. "The doctors said if he hadn't been so healthy he would have known a lot earlier something was wrong. Now there's nothing that they can do."
"What are you saying Lita?" Kurt asked, fear filling his blue eyes.
"He's dying Kurt," Lita said. "I know everyone was told that we were suspended, but we told Vince what was going on and he gave us some time to decide what we wanted to do."
"Why's Matt back?" Kurt asked, not noticing that sometime while Lita had been telling her story that he had wrapped an arm around her.
"He wants to wrestle for as long as he can," Lita said. "He loves wrestling. The doctors said a month, maybe more before he has to stop completely. Then they will put him on morphine until..."
"God Lita," Kurt said, squeezing her comfortingly. "No wonder you were crying. You don't need to pretend like this doesn't hurt."
"But I have to be a rock for Matt and Jeff," Lita said. "I have to stay strong for them. It took everything I had to convince Jeff to come back for Matt. He knew Matt would never come back without him. I can't let them see that I'm falling apart here."
"I guess," Kurt said. "I respect you a lot for trying to stay strong for them."
Lita looked into his blue eyes and noted the open, honest look in them. "Thanks Kurt."
"You don't need to thank me," Kurt shrugged. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, you've done more than enough sitting here and listening to me," Lita said. "But do you think you could be nicer to Matt and Jeff now? I mean, don't let them know that you know, but don't torture them."
"Yeah, of course," Kurt said. "And I want you to know that I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on. I don't ever want to find you behind equipment cases sobbing again. It isn't healthy."
"Thanks Kurt," Lita said, wiping the tears off of her face.
"There's a restroom around the corner if you want to wash your face before you go back to your dressing room," Kurt offered.
"Thanks," Lita said. "What were you doing out here anyways?"
"Getting away from Y2Jerk," Kurt said. He sighed as he said; "now I have to go face the Princess. She won't be too happy that I lost to her ex."
"Lucky you," Lita said. She impulsively leaned over and kissed Kurt lightly on the cheek. "Let no good deed go unpunished."
Kurt watched as Lita walked away from him. He had no idea how she had the strength to cope with the pain she had to be feeling. But he respected her more than he respected any other woman in his life.