Title: A Wrinkle in Time

Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com

Rating: Varies by chapter . we'll place PG13 to R and then NC 17 when noted.

Spoilers: Not much really.

Summery: Moments from the lives of multiple couples highlighted.

Pairings: Jeff/Lita. Jericho/Trish. Christian/Torrie and Eventually Edge/Steph

Disclaimer: I'm working on owning something, but it sure as hell ain't the WWE

Archiving: You are more then welcome, just give me credit.

"Jeff, I need your help?"

Jeff Hardy turned, looking down at the little blonde. He smiled warmly at her. "And what does the beautiful Trish Stratus need from lil 'ole me?"

She ducked her head, nervously tucking some hair behind her ear. "I uhm . I uh . well, I need your advice."

"And what would you need help with." His soft southern drawl, soothing.

"It's uhm . well, you and I have been friends for a while and . uhm ." she swallowed. "You have more friends in this company than I do. And I . uhm . I was wonderin' if you could talk to one of 'em for me."

He grabbed her hand then, pulling her over to one of the couches in his locker room and sitting her down. Endearing, she really was. Complete opposite of the character she played. So shy and quiet and modest. "And who do you need me to talk to?" His eyes scanned the room, picking out some of his friends. "Lita, Nora, Torrie ."

She shook her head, her voice so low, the conversations on the other side of the room were louder. "No, uhm . it's actually one of the guys."

Jeff's demeanor toughened, his eyes hot at her soft words. "Guys. Did one of those bastards hurt you . cuz if he did I swear to God I'll ."

"No. No. No." She reached out, a gentle hand on his arm. "It's not like that."

He cocked his head, scooting a little closer to her. "Did one of them say something?"

"No, not really. I just . well ."

"And what's going on over here?" Trish jumped at the voice and looked up to see a smiling Redhead. Lita reached over, running her fingers through Jeff's hair, the Hardy's eyes fluttering at her touch. "Are you trying to steal my man away?"

Trish's eyes widened. "No. No. I'd never do that, Lita. I swear I ."

Lita grabbed the blonde's hand, sitting down in Jeff's lap. "Trish, it's ok. I was kidding. It's all'ight."

Jeff loosely wrapped his arms around the redhead's waist. "You the only one for me, baby. Trish was just about to ask me for a favor."

"Oh." Lita said. "Would you like me to go?"

Trish bit her lip. "Uhm . no . maybe you can help too."

Lita nodded, settling back into Jeff's lap, her hands holding his arms around her. "Ok, what do you need?"

"Uhm . well, I . I needed ." she exhaled. "I asked ."

Jeff chuckled. "She was gonna ask me to talk to one of the guys."

Trish blushed. "Yeah, one of the . uhm . guys."

Lita smiled. "I think someone has a crush."

Trish blushed even deeper. "I . I . I ."

The redhead reached out for her friend's hand. "It's ok, Trishy. What do you just want us to talk to him? See what he thinks about you?"

She nodded, silently. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't seem to find her voice.

Lita giggled. "Oh God, Trish, You're so adorable."

Trish pushed her hair behind her ears again. "I just don't think he'd go for the adorable type."

"But you're absolutely stunning." Jeff said.

Trish shook her head. "Stop. You're just trying to make me feel better."

"But you are." Jeff said, softly. "You really are beautiful, Trish. And any guy who wouldn't want you is an idiot." Lita eased off his lap, walking to the other side of the room to talk to Christian. Jeff watched her leave, but continued. "You're an amazing woman so don't you doubt yourself."

She smiled. "Thanks, Jeff. Why is it that the great guys are always taken?"

His eyes grew dreamy, the two looking over at the redhead as she laughed. Jeff smiled. "I just love her so much. She just has this life about her, this vibrance. She's my angel."

"I wish that one day a guy would say that about me."

"I'm sure they will be pouring out the streets for you." He said, turning to the blonde. "Now why don't you tell me who this guy is?"

He followed her eyes across the room, their gazes resting on the loudest mouth in the room, the only man speaking. His eyes bright, his voice booming. "And I said, 'Get the hell outta here, woman. What makes you think you could even approach me.'" He and his crowd laughed. "Oh yeah. I don't know what she was thinking."

He looked to Trish, shocked. "You're kidding, right?"

She bowed, shaking her head.

Jeff silently swore to himself. For the man that Trish Stratus wanted was none other then that cocky son of a bitch, Chris Jericho.

*** Ok so I've been told I abuse people too much in my fanfics. So this is one of those little things that is STILL WRITTEN CRIMSON STYLE, so expect twists, but it's sweet, it's nice, it's romance ... work with me. Let me know what you think. - C.C.*** +++