Livin' on the Edge

Author: Crimson Coin

Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language.
Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.

Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!

TimeLine: really makes no difference.

Distribution: Just ask me.

On with the story already.

Jeff knocked hard on the door to Lita's home. Damn it where was she? He bit his lip, worried that something happened and he missed it. Or she changed her mind and wasn't leaving with him. He turned, digging through the garden for the fake rock, and he removed the key from inside. With a shaky hand, he inserted the key into the lock and opened the door.

"Lita." He called. "Where are you? Is everything ok?" All he heard was a small whimper echoing through the big house. He carefully followed it. Then there she was, sitting on the floor of the hallway, recoiled into a small ball. He fell to his knees at her side. "Lita, honey, what's wrong?"

She looked up at him and flung herself into his arms, clutching at him, her entire body trembling. "I . I . he . can't ."

"Shhhh." Jeff hushed, rubbing her back and holding her tightly. "Whatever he said to you, it's bull. Don't believe him. Whatever he said to you is not true. Think about it, baby. The best thing in his life is walking out on him because he's an asshole. And because I love you."

A teary laugh slipped past her lips and she nuzzled into his neck, wrapping her arms more tightly around him.

He stuck out his lip in a pout. "You think me loving you is funny. I wasn't exactly going for funny there but ."

She silenced him, pressing her lips to his. She kissed him gently at first but quickly turned to forcefully and passionate. She pulled back, just looking at him, her eyes trailing his features. She reached up, tracing his lips with her finger, her eyes glued on the wonderful curve of them. She licked her lips.

Jeff smiled. "You see something you like?" And he peeked his tongue out, licking her finger a moment and loving the way her lips parted with a sigh.

"Take me away, Jeff." Lita said, her lips meeting his again.

"I'm never letting you go now."

Lita laughed. "This sounds like a crappy romance novel."

Jeff helped her to her feet, reaching down and shouldering the duffel bag she'd packed earlier. "No it's not. Romance novels end tragically. We're heading towards happily ever after."

Lita smiled and followed him to the door. He jogged ahead, opening the door for her and helping her into the passenger seat. He ran to the other side getting in himself, starting the engine and taking off for the airport.

They rode in silence for some time, and eventually Lita reached over, grabbing Jeff's hand in her own and holding it in her lap. Jeff glanced to his side, smiling at her and she smiled back. "Jeff, we can be happy now, right?"

"Of course we can."

"And you won't cheat on me."

He pulled the car to a stop at the red light and looked to her, cupping her chin in his hand and guiding her closer to him. "Never. And whatever I have to do to prove it, I'll spend my life doing." He kissed her softly before pulling back, continuing down the road.

She smiled, ducking her head. "Thank you."

He reached over, grabbing her hand in his and toying with her fingers. They drove like that the rest of the way to the airport. Jeff pulled the car up to the entrance for the terminal, stopping the car and turning to her. "Lita, honey, I have to go get the tickets from someone in the parking lot. You wait for me inside the terminal, ok?"

Lita shook her head, gripping his hand. "No. I don't want to lose you. Can't I come with you? Please."

"I can't, honey." Jeff said, though he found it hard. "I promised him I wouldn't let you know who he was till later. But that he's doing it cuz he loves you and wants you to be happy, and if that's with me then so be it."

Lita smiled. "But I just want to go with you. Please it won't be that big a deal."

Jeff smiled back, a sly smile that melted her heart. "I tell you what. Why don't we join the mile high club?"

Lita's eyes widened. "Jeff. That . we can't . we . it's . That would be fun!"

"That's my girl." Jeff drawled back. "Now trust me, baby. I won't be long. I'm gonna park the car, get the tickets and come right back to you. I ain't going anywhere else ok?"

She bit her lip a moment before fisting his shirt, pulling him to her in a deep sound kiss. He groaned when he felt her tongue, the thought of actually being with this woman enough to drive him mad. Then she broke the kiss, smiling at him as she traced his jaw with her finger. "I'll be waiting."

"You better be."


Edge paced the parking lot. It was dark and empty, only his truck parked in one spot. Where was that boy? He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. One side, the tickets, his fingers playing with paper.

Edge shook his head with a sigh. Why did he agree to help Jeff? Why did Christian have to be the way he is? Either way though, Christian was still his brother. And Edge knew it was his fault that Lita was leaving Christian. Maybe if he'd have tried to suppress Jeff, control the younger man. Maybe if he let Lita know he was there for her and that Christian will wake up eventually. Yes, that's it. Christian would wake up and realize what a great woman he really had.

But no, Jeff got to her first. Jeff stole his brother's wife. His best friend stole his brother's wife. Edge ground his teeth, thinking back to what he saw that morning. Lita in Jeff's arms on his porch. He couldn't get the image of them out of his mind. The sight of her so completely submissive to him. The thought of the younger Hardy, his best friend with his brother's wife. And he was helping him. Edge knew he was helping his brother's wife run away. NO! He couldn't do that. He couldn't let it end this way. He had to fix things. It was his responsibility for fixing what he started, what he let go on for far too long.

As Jeff drove up and parked the car on the other side of Edge's truck, the blonde Canadian fisted his other pocket. The gun he'd just bought at that pawnshop on Third. He wasn't really sure why he bought a gun. He was raised to think that a man never really needed one. But it felt right, stroking the barrel, fisting the handle. He felt strong and he knew that it would be a necessary thing. The gun that would solve his problems, his brother's feuds, Lita's torment.

Jeff jumped out of the car running towards Edge with a smile. "I'm so glad you're here. Do you have the tickets?"

Edge nodded, plainly, his eyes glassed as he pulled the tickets from his pocket and held them out to the Hardy.

"Thanks man," Jeff said reaching for them. "It means so much that you ."

But Edge wouldn't let go. He kept his grip firm and shook his head, viciously. "I can't. I can't. I can't. Too much. It's too much. No choice."

Jeff cocked his head. "What are you talking about?"

Edge pulled the gun from his pocket, pointing it at the Hardy, the small tag still hanging from the trigger guard. "I can't do this. I have to. I can't do this. I have to."

Jeff's eyes widened. "Adam, what are you doing?"

"I have to fix it. It's my fault. I can fix it." Edge's hand shook with intensity, his body almost twitching as he stared at the Hardy.

"Don't do this Adam." Jeff said, raising his hands, submissively.

Edge cocked the gun. "It's blood, Jeff. I'm sorry."

Jeff shook his head, pleading. "Please, Adam. Think about her."

"I am."

The gun fired.


Lita sat anxiously inside the terminal, her eyes trailing one way then the next. She looked at her wristwatch then back to the door. Not long now. Soon she and Jeff could leave. They could be happy. Soon. She bit her lip, standing and playing with her fingers, a nervous gesture that's grown habitual lately. Yes, soon.


Runaway Train by Soul Asylum

Call you up in the middle of the night Like a firefly without a light You were there like a blowtorch burning I was a key that could use a little turning So tired that I couldn't even sleep So many secrets I couldn't keep Promised myself I wouldn't weep One more promise I couldn't keep It seems no one can help me now I'm in too deep there's no way out This time I have really led myself astray Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there Can you help me remember how to smile Make it somehow all seem worthwhile How on earth did I get so jaded? Life's mystery seems so faded I can go where no one else can go I know what no one else knows Here I am just drownin' in the rain With a ticket for a runaway train Everything is cut and dry Day and night, earth and sky Somehow I just don't believe it Bought a ticket for a runaway train Like a madman just a laughin' at the rain Little out of touch, little insane Just easier than dealing with the pain Runaway train never comin' back Runaway train tearin' up the track Runaway train burnin' in my veins Runaway but it always seems the same

*** And so it ends. And just for measures, there is no sequel ... the story ends here. Because ... well ... really think about it. What else could I write? Thanks to all my readers and please review. The more reviews, the more total stories I write, so let's keep 'em coming. Read, Write, Be Free. - C.C.***