Title: Transcending

Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com

Rating: PG13 . maybe 15

Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.

TimeLine: End of 2002

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.

Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them

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Chris heard voices. Heard voices, felt a soft ... bed? Yeah, he was lying in a bed. And the voices were close.

"Stephie, at least come and get something to eat." He recognized the voice. It was Edge.

"No," Stephanie persisted then grabbed Chris's hand. "I'm not leaving him. He's gonna wake up soon. The doctor said soon."

"Honey, it's been hours and you need to eat. You haven't eaten today."

"I'll eat when I'm damn good and ready."

Chris licked his lips. "You'll eat damn good and well right now, woman." He husked out.

Steph gasped, her eyes locking on Jericho. "Chris? Chris, sweetie, open your eyes."

"No." he licked his lips again. "I will not open my eyes until you go eat something."

"Oh really?" he could hear the smile on her face at those words. And he loved it.

"Yep. So move your ass, woman, and go get something to eat. And while you're gone ... bring me back a sandwich." Chris smiled.

She laughed. "You know, if you weren't looking all pitiful and helpless and bandaged in this bed ... I'd hit you. Oh how I'd hit you."

He chuckled. "You know you couldn't hit me. So about that sandwich..."

Stephanie grumbled. "Fine. I'll go eat. But like hell I'm bringing you back a sandwich. And when I'm back ... and you open those eyes ... I've got a nice surprise for you."

He heard the door close. "Is she gone?"

"Yup."

Chris opened his eyes, Edge standing at the foot of his bed. "Hey."

"Hey." Edge nervously shoved his hands into his front pockets.

Chris shifted his weight in the bed. "You're here. Why?"

"Call it a change of heart." Edge shrugged. "I ... I already cleared up everything with Ames and Jeff, that wasn't too hard. I've even talked to Trish. And I think I'm ok with her. Jay, on the other hand, that'll take longer ... but I think we'll all be all right. I haven't talked to him yet. I'm ... I'm gonna wait until he's not so ... well angry."

Chris swallowed. "What ... what happened? I blacked out. I don't know what happened. Did I win?"

Edge shook his head. "No, man. I'm sorry. I ... I couldn't get in and he ... you blacked out and he reapplied the figure four. Your hand dropped three times. Earl called the match."

"Fuck." Chris brought a hand to his eyes. "And she's still here?"

Edge furrowed his brow. "Why wouldn't she be?"

"I lost her show."

Edge shook his head. "You always were a stupid bastard weren't you? The show doesn't matter to her. She didn't want you there to begin with so the fact that you lost makes no difference. And it never will. She won't hold it against you."

"I don't hold it against you."

Both men looked to the door, Steph standing there with a sandwich in her hand. Edge cleared his throat. "I think I'm gonna go ... uhm ... well somewhere not here." He left.

Steph approached him slowly. "I don't care about the show."

"This business is your life." Chris said. "And I failed. I failed you so miserably." He reprimanded, looking down. "I blew it. I blew your life, your ..."

"Shut up." She waved her hand at him. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"

He looked up at her with those sad blue eyes. "It's my fault."

"No, it's not." Steph sat on the edge of his bed, grabbing his hand. "It is not your fault. I don't care about the show. I don't care about Heymann. I care that you're awake and generally ok. And here with me. I don't need the show. I need you."

He kept the frown on his face. "But I know how much that position meant to you. How ..."

"Chris," she raised a hand and silenced him. "You are starting to fucking piss me off. Now listen." She eyed him. "No, don't listen." That said she leaned towards him, her hands on his face as she kissed him roughly.

He didn't respond at first, but simply was shocked that she was kissing him, especially after he let her down like that. He pushed her back. "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you." She licked her lips. "I thought it was pretty damn obvious."

Confused, he shook his head, sitting up in the bed. "No, you ... I FUCKED UP!"

Steph's eyes widened in frank disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me."

Chris swallowed hard. "I failed you. I lost. I LOST!"

"If I have to choose between losing my show or losing you? I sure as hell don't wanna lose you." She reached over, cupping his cheek and inching towards him. "I love you. I want you, loser and all, that doesn't matter. I'm so proud of you. You stuck up for me and you fought and it doesn't matter the outcome. It's the fact that you did it. That's what matters."

Chris smiled, looking right into her eyes. "You mean it, don't you? I love you too. Now how about you show me your appreciation."

"Uhm ... ok. What do you have in mind? A massage?"

"Sure you can call it that." A desired glint flickered in his eyes. "We're alone. And I could really ... really need something that only you could give me."

Stephanie's eyes widened. "Chris? Here? We're in a hospital. Anyone could walk in at any minute."

"That's why we have to be quick. Come on, have you ever had sex in a hospital bed before?"

"Well ... No." Steph shook her head. "But you're injured, just out of that match. I'm not going to ..."

"I may be injured. But there's nothing wrong with that part of me."

Steph gave him a look, then smiled. "Alright then." That said, his eyes widened and she carefully straddled his abs, leaning down. "Be quick, Baby." She kissed him.

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Christian moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. A few minutes for his vision to clear, he glanced around the hospital room, his eyes spotting the woman he was looking for. The woman standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over his chest. He whimpered.

Trish cocked a brow. "I should be so pissed at you right now."

Another whimper, his eyes wide and pleading.

"Climbing that damn cage like that."

His lower lip trembled.

"Nearly giving me a heart attack. Getting caught in the rungs and then the chair shots."

He reached out with both arms, his fingers, hands grabbing for her. He whimpered again, begging for her to come to him.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

Whimper, yet again.

Trish rolled her eyes again walking into the room. "You're just so pitiful." She walked closer, but stayed just out of his grasp. He however, leaned slightly, trying desperately to grab hold of her. She cocked her head. "What?"

His big sad eyes glanced up at her. They were slightly cloudy and easily read. "I just want to touch you."

"Why?" she asked, stepping closer and taking his hand.

A tear dropped from his eye. "Because you came back to me."

Her heart actually breaking, Trish reached over and wiped that tear away, then leaned down to kiss his forehead. "You gave me a heart attack out there, buddy. I should kill you right now."

Christian kept his eyes glued on her face. "I tried to kill them all for you. It ... it didn't work."

She wiped at his brow. "You didn't fail me, Jason. You didn't. I failed you."

Christian looked at her, confused. "What?"

Trish swallowed, ducking her head. "Everything with Terry. I mean, it's not that you didn't make me happy. You did. And I loved you and even when I ended it, I still loved you. I ... I know it might sound like an excuse or something, but it felt like our relationship was one way. I thought that I was alone and you didn't really love me. That you didn't desire me or that I wasn't your world. Like you're mine." She blinked, furiously, looking to the ceiling. Droplets of tears dribbled from her eyes as she continued to speak. "For the longest time, I thought you'd never make out with me or something because you ... well, cuz you weren't attracted to me or I don't know. I mean ... and then we would make love. And even then, you wouldn't really kiss me, it would just kinda be this joining. It wasn't bad, but ... I ... I ..."

He didn't respond, yet. He wanted her to finish first.

Trish sighed. "Our love making was amazing and that surprised me because you never really kissed me. And ... and all I wanted was to be kissed. Was for you to kiss me and just ... kiss me." She ducked her head. "It's not far from the truth. That song, that says that a man's love is in his kiss. And the fact that you wouldn't ... I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing, or what to do. I don't know how you feel, I don't know if I'm really alone, I don't know if I'm desired or wanted or needed or anything. I'm just so lost."

Christian clenched his teeth, forcing himself into a sitting position.

Trish's eyes widened as she tried to stop him. "Jay, don't. You'll hurt yourself."

He shook his head. "No, let me." And he sat straight. Swallowing hard, reached out to her ... but retracted his hand, and it dropped to his side. "It was probably stupid of me to do what I did. And I'm not talking about the match. I'm talking about us." He sighed, bowing his head, speaking low and soft. "I've spent a long time, day and night thinking of how I'm going to say any of this to you. But I couldn't never make up my mind. So I'm just going to run with it."

Pausing a few moments, he looked up, grabbing her hand in both of his, almost cradling it. "Something I lied to you about. About my past. I ... I told you that I was with three other women and that I've had five serious girlfriends before you. It's a lie."

Trish cocked her head, just looking at him, not showing any reaction yet.

Christian did everything he could to gather his voice. But despite his efforts, he still spoke with difficulty. "I have been so caught up in wrestling since I was a young boy. Training at the age of fourteen, it was the only thing important to me. More important then women. So important that I never actually ... well ... pursued them. I've had women hit on me, but I was always too dense to actually react to them."

He sighed, ducking his head in embarrassment. "I meant what I said about a kiss being the most intimate thing and all that. Cuz I believe that. But in my past ... I ... I've only been with one other woman. Only one. We dated for about five months. And I remember that when she broke up with me. She said how I was such a sweet guy and a good man, but that I couldn't do anything for her physically. She said I was a sloppy kisser and that I was clumsy."

He shook his head, shrugging. "But she was my first, so of course I was clumsy. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I was just going from what I've seen, not from experience. When I kissed you ... earlier? Was I sloppy? Was I bad? I mean that's why I was really scared to kiss you. Cuz I love you so much and if I couldn't even kiss you well ... then what the hell would you stay with me for."

She eyed him. "Why did you lie about how many women you've been with?"

Christian sighed. "I know you're experienced and I wanted you to think that I could do something for you like pleasure you. I really liked you and if you knew I was only with one woman ... well I probably wouldn't have had a shot."

"Jason." Trish cooed, sitting on his bedside. "Jason, that wouldn't have mattered to me. Even if you weren't with any other woman. I was attracted to you. And still am?"

"Am I a sloppy kisser?"

She sighed. "Not really. A little. But I can show you. I can show you what I like and what to do and how to please me. It's ok."

A tear actually slipped from his eye.

Trish reached out to cup his cheek. "Aw, Sweetie. When you kissed me behind the curtain. It took my breath away. Yes, I'll be honest. It was a little sloppy. But that didn't matter. Because it was you. It was you kissing me, that's what mattered."

"Teach me." He grabbed her hand. "Teach me right now."

The pleading in his eyes was more than enough for her. She smiled. "All right, Jason." And she situated herself so she was facing him completely. "Just follow me."

He nodded, swallowing nervously.

"First, don't be nervous." Trish said, tenderly, looking right in his eyes, then gently rubbing her fingers over his lips to try and loosen them up for him. "Don't be nervous. Because I want to kiss you just as much as you want to kiss me. So there's nothing to be nervous about." She scooted a little closer, grabbing his hands and placing them on her hips. "When you touch, just touch what feels right. Follow what I do, and touch in response. Like if I run my hands up to tangle in your hair, then you could caress my back, or my sides. Match what I'm doing."

He nodded, still nervous.

"Don't be nervous, Baby. You have nothing to be nervous about." She inched closer, reaching up to cup his face. "Now I'm going to simply press my lips to yours. And you take it from there, ok?"

"How ... how do I not be sloppy?"

She smiled. "Just swallow first." Trish moved slowly, bringing his head to her ... slowly and carefully, she pressed her lips to his. Kissing him ever so softly, she tickled her fingers on his cheeks, gently scraping her nails on the scruff of his sideburns. In turn, he squeezed her hips gently, then ever so slightly moved his hands a little higher on her sides so he was gripping her waist.

"Good." She cooed. "Loosen up. Your lips are stiff. Just relax, and kiss me." She nipped at his lips a little, finally feeling him sigh and just let go. His lips loosened, soft and gentle now. "That's it, Baby."

A little whimper slipping from his lips, and he leaned into her slightly. Gathering his courage, he parted his lips and began to lick gently at hers. Continuing with his cautious pace, she parted her lips slightly, the tip of her tongue touching his. He pulled back quickly then.

She looked to him slightly confused. "What?"

"I ... I don't want to do anything wrong."

Smiling beautifully, she cupped his face. "Baby, you never could. Now come on, kiss me." She pressed her lips to his, patiently waiting for him to relax then eventually, respond. She sighed as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Licking tentatively at first, he soon gained more confidence as she kissed him back. And when she emitted a little moan, he intensified his end. He wrapped his arms around her then, pulling her right into him as he turned his head to get easier access.

She broke the kiss momentarily. "Don't rush it." She nearly moaned then kissed him again. And he obeyed, taking his time with the embrace. Trying to show her need, yet control. And that was it. Control. By simply controlling his end of the kiss, he knew how to respond. Staying in control enough to really feel what she was doing, how her body ... entire body was reacting.

Wanting to catch her off guard, he wrapped his tongue around hers and drew the muscle into his mouth, suckling on it a few moments. She moaned rather audibly and he pulled away from her to inhale. Licking his lips, he kissed her again. This time, she was the aggressor. It was she who forced her tongue past his lips, she who intensified and controlled. And by simply remaining relaxed, swallowing, controlling his own tongue against hers, the way his lips moved against hers. And just like that, he was kissing her.

Finally, breathless, she cupped his face, pushing him back slightly. "Good God, Jason." She panted.

He chewed his swollen lower lip, nervously. "Good, or Bad?"

Trish sighed. "Abso-fucking-good." She said then lunged at him, kissing him feverishly again. And this time, with greatest confidence, Christian kissed her back.

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"I'll leave you alone now." The doctor said and closed the door behind him.

Neither moved, reacted for a good few moments. Simply thinking. Letting the words sink into their head. Those haunting words. Vicious, hysteric, Jeff pulled the covers off his body, forcing himself into a sitting position and leaning against the headboard. And he simply stared at his legs. His limp, useless legs.

Everything overwhelming, Lita ducked her head into her hands, and cried, sobbed uncontrollably.

"Amy" he whimpered.

Lita rushed to him, sitting next to him and pulling him into her arms. Wrapped tightly around his neck, she just held him. Held him as they both cried.

Neither knew how long it took for the tears to subside. But when they finally did, neither moved. They simply stayed in each others arms. Nervous, Jeff licked his lips. "I don't want you to feel obliged to ..."

Lita pulled back, pressing her hand to his lips. "Don't. Don't you fucking say it."

He pulled her hand down. "But ..."

"I'm not leaving you."

Jeff sighed. "I can't do anything for you. I'm paralyzed. I ... I can't ..."

She shook her head. "That doesn't matter to me. I don't care. I will not leave you." She cupped his face, bringing his face within an inch of hers. "I wouldn't care if you were paralyzed from the neck down, I won't leave you."

"I love you." He breathed.

"I love you too." She answered, then kissed him softly. "We don't know if it's permanent. The doctor's don't think so."

A tear slipped from his eye. "I don't want you to feel trapped. I can't even make love to you."

Lita just looked at him, at the sorrow she hated to see, the pain, the helplessness. Determined, she stood from the bed, walking to his duffel bag to dig through the compartments.

"What ... what are you doing?"

Finding what she was looking for, she fisted it in her hand and walked back to his bedside. She opened her hand.

His eyes widened. "No, you don't have to ..."

And just like that, without a shred of doubt, Lita slipped that engagement ring right back onto her finger. Not saying a word, she simply looked at him, the two sharing a wonderful moment.

Jeff wiped at his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I jumped, I'm sorry I wasn't more careful. I ... I'm sorry I didn't kick his ass, that I was the weak link."

"Stop it." Lita demanded, placing her fingers over his lips. "Just stop it." She said, simply. "You weren't weak, there's nothing to be ashamed of." She sat on his bed side, taking his hand in hers and bringing it into her lap. Playing absently with his fingers, she sighed. "The doctor's said it's probably only swelling and it's not permanent. And you'll have to ..."

"Learn how to walk ..." he choked out. "Ames, I don't know if I can do this."

"Yes, you can." Her green eyes locked on his. "You can, and you will." She leaned towards him to cup his face. "You will walk again. There is no doubt in my mind. You will be as you were. And we will make love again. And it'll be amazing."

He smiled. "Why is it that I believe you?"

"Because I'm right."

Jeff cupped her cheek. "You'll never leave me ... will you?"

"Not on your life." Lita said through a lazy smile.

"So I'm stuck with you?" he teased.

"All you boys are stuck with us." She responded then leaned down, showing her answer in a kiss.

FIN

*** And this sums up this story. Yes, it is finished, there is no sequel, because ... well there is no need for one. So, here it ... read and review and check out my other fics.***