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awritinglilypeaTitle: Walk Through the Fire
Fandom: Wrestling
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Don’t sue.
Spoilers: None.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Chris Jericho
Complete: Yes.
Summary: He has been there for her through thick and thin and she is okay with that.
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Chosen Quotes:
“I'll be there for you, when you walk through the fire I'll be there for you, when the flames get higher.”
“There is something that I feel to be something that is real.”
Chosen Theme: Warmth
Warnings: Mentions of Edge/Lita, angst and fluff.
Notes: Amusing little anecdote, this was originally supposed to be Lita/CM Punk but Jericho hijacked the fic.
Chapter One
Lita wrapped the blanket her mother had knit for her around herself, sniffling she hated the thought of being so weak as to do this.
It was just a break up, she could deal with it; it wasn’t as though this was the first time she had dealt with something like this and it most certainly would not be the last most likely.
She just wished that she could pull herself up and shake it off but for some reason she just couldn’t’t.
Lita felt cold inside.
She had given up everything for this relationship, trying to make it work, trying to make him happy.
It had never been enough for him, cheating, giving up her friends, her career but he still wasn’t happy enough because she wanted to travel on the road with her band instead of by his side.
A knock on the door brought her out of her stupor and she shook her head at her own foolishness and weakness because this isn’t the person she is, and it’s not the person her mother taught her to be .
She opened up the door, surprised to see none other than Chris Jericho standing there; even more surprising was the bouquet of white and red flowers he was holding in one hand.
“What’s all this?” She asked him, stepping aside to let him in, a small smile on her lips as she did so.
Chris smiled, looking almost sheepish as he stepped into the house, shaking the water off his jacket from the rain. “I wanted to apologize,” he told her, handing the flowers he slipped his jacket off and hung it up.
“Apologize?” She had never been more confused. He hadn’t done anything wrong, as far as she knew.
“On behalf of all of Canada for what that assclown did to you,” he explained, pulling her into a gentle hug and kissing the top of her head.
Lita found herself happier than she had been in a while, moving closer she sighed. “Thank you Chris, I forgive Canada, it’s not their fault that Edge is an asshole.”
Chris leaned back, looking down into her face so that he could make sure she was looking better than she had when she first opened the door.
“I’m glad you are willing to forgive my country,” he joked pulling her close again and gently rubbing her back.
Lita smiled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of his arms and how good he felt, how good he smelt to her. She startled herself out of these thoughts, because she had just broken up with their former mutual friend and didn’t want to get into any of the other complications of a rebound right then.
“What are you thinking about?” Chris asked, following her up the stairs to her room, as though it was the most natural thing in the world and crawled up on her bed with her.
She fought to ignore the implications of having him here in her bed, not wanting to think about what could happen between the two of them.
“I’m just thinking about how you’ve always been here for me, no matter what has happened or what anyone has said,” she explained, shrugging her shoulders.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Chris questioned, tilting his head to the side and looking at her, studying her.
It was hard for him to be around her, but despite that, he was here because he knew she might need him and that was much more important than any feelings he might have for her. He would just have to get over himself for the time being.
“I always thought we were the walk through the fire type of friends,” he explained his rationale for always being there as she had stuck with him through his relationship problems in the past.
“What do you mean?” Lita responded, drawing the blanket up over her legs she smiled crookedly at him, biting her bottom lip and sucking on it somewhat.
“You know, like the song, ‘I’ll be there for you, when you walk through the fire I'll be there for you, when the flames get higher.’ I think it describes us to a T,” Chris told her, a small smile on his lips as he watched her eyes light up and some of the sadness fall away from behind her eyes.
Mission partially accomplished.
“Are you saying we’re going to hell together?” Lita couldn’t help but joke, forgetting how much she loved that Chris could quote any number of songs at any moment in an effort to justify practically anything in life.
“Yes that is exactly what I’m saying,” Chris smarted off, pulling her close he hauled her into his lap and tried to ignore the fact that his body wanted desperately to react to her.
Lita rested her head on his shoulder holding one of his hands in hers she squeezed lightly, interlacing their fingers.
“So how long are you planning on staying here to help me get through this pit of fire or whatever you want to call it?” She asked, not wanting him to leave already.
Chris smiled, pressing his dry soft lips against her forehead before he leaned back against the headboard.
“I have a bag in the car which has enough clothing to last me for a week, more if you do my laundry for me,” he grinned at her cheekily laughing when she slapped his chest hard enough to make a loud noise.
Lita smiled, settling back against him and turned on the television, happy to have him there.
She couldn’t however help the small feeling of dread beginning to unfurl in her stomach.
If he was here for a week how was she to ignore her feelings for him?
Chapter Two
She was completely maddening, completely and utterly maddening. Chris had come to her home with the intention of helping her out, helping her get over the latest asshole boyfriend.
It was a role he was used to after all, having grown up around more girls than guys, the ratio in his high school had been five girls to one boy after all, and then getting into the business the divas were considered something to be coveted and protected by some, and used and abused by others.
He had never hesitated to take on the protective role, even when it came to women like Lita who knew how to take care of themselves.
Lita, more than most people, forget women knew about taking care of herself, but seemed to always fall into the wrong sort of relationship. And Chris, left helpless on the side lines could do nothing but watch as one of his closest friends allowed men to wreak destruction on her life.
Chris could say one thing for her though, she was very good at recovering from a break up, that was for sure. Of course, there was tears, which he gladly dried with a jumbo box of tissues.
There was yelling, ranting even about how she had been wrong once again about the man she had picked.
Part of him was tempted to shake her, to tell her to pick him but he knew it wouldn’t work.
“What are you thinking about?” Lita appeared in the doorway of “his” bedroom, leaning against the doorjamb.
Chris glanced up at her slipping his reading glasses off he leaned back from the small desk she had put in there when he started writing again, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, just day dreaming I think.”
Lita nodded, studying him for a moment she seemed to be at a loss of what to say to him.
“Do you ever day dream about me?” She joked instead, and then wondered why she did because she wasn’t entirely certain that she wanted to know the answer, especially if it was a no.
Chris was surprised, that was for sure. “Don’t ask me questions you’re not sure you want the answers to,” he warned her, standing up from the desk and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at her, trying to figure out what she was playing at.
Lita shifted from foot to foot, not liking how serious he suddenly seemed. It was uneasy ground, and she wasn’t sure how to respond to him.
“I want to know,” her voice came out more confident then she felt and her spine straightened as she looked him in the eye. “Have you ever day dreamed about me?” She asked again, biting her bottom lip.
He seemed to be considering her for a moment, thoughts racing through his mind. Chris didn’t know what to do, if he should tell her the truth, or if he should play it off like a joke but he had the feeling they were well beyond the joking stage.
“Yes I have,” he said shortly, moving past her and out of the room without another word.
He felt beyond stupid, because this wasn’t how things were supposed to go, he wasn’t supposed to make some big romantic reveal with her because they could never have that together.
Lita was surprised for a moment, most definitely before she realized that it would probably be a good idea to follow him before he decided to take off or something else.
“Chris,” she found him out on the porch and sat down next to him, taking his hand in hers she squeezed it lightly. “Do you know what I feel when I’m with you?”
“Repulsion,” Chris cracked the joke, shifting over a little bit to make room with her.
“You feel…safe,” he guessed. “Like you would if I were a gay best friend or something,” he shrugged his shoulders, knowing he had positioned himself in the unfortunate role of ‘one of the girls.’
“No, I feel warm,” Lita looped her arm through his and slid it down so that she was grasping his hand gently in hers. “I feel loved,” she murmured and turned him to face her so she could kiss him softly on the lips, a small smile on her lips.
“Do you ever day dream about me?” Chris asked.
“Only whenever I think of you,” Lita grinned, “Of course those sometimes quickly turn to nightmares.”
Chris laughed softly. “Who would we be if we couldn’t insult each other?” He joked, kissing her deeply he ran his fingers through her hair.
“You need practice,” she laughed as he pulled her into his lap. “I’m willing to teach you though.”
“Oh okay,” Chris buried his face in her neck, smiling against her skin.
Lita closed her eyes and sighed, feeling warm.
Fandom: Wrestling
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Don’t sue.
Spoilers: None.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Chris Jericho
Complete: Yes.
Summary: He has been there for her through thick and thin and she is okay with that.
Spring Fic Exchange @
lita_fics: For orilonChosen Quotes:
“I'll be there for you, when you walk through the fire I'll be there for you, when the flames get higher.”
“There is something that I feel to be something that is real.”
Chosen Theme: Warmth
Warnings: Mentions of Edge/Lita, angst and fluff.
Notes: Amusing little anecdote, this was originally supposed to be Lita/CM Punk but Jericho hijacked the fic.
Chapter One
Lita wrapped the blanket her mother had knit for her around herself, sniffling she hated the thought of being so weak as to do this.
It was just a break up, she could deal with it; it wasn’t as though this was the first time she had dealt with something like this and it most certainly would not be the last most likely.
She just wished that she could pull herself up and shake it off but for some reason she just couldn’t’t.
Lita felt cold inside.
She had given up everything for this relationship, trying to make it work, trying to make him happy.
It had never been enough for him, cheating, giving up her friends, her career but he still wasn’t happy enough because she wanted to travel on the road with her band instead of by his side.
A knock on the door brought her out of her stupor and she shook her head at her own foolishness and weakness because this isn’t the person she is, and it’s not the person her mother taught her to be .
She opened up the door, surprised to see none other than Chris Jericho standing there; even more surprising was the bouquet of white and red flowers he was holding in one hand.
“What’s all this?” She asked him, stepping aside to let him in, a small smile on her lips as she did so.
Chris smiled, looking almost sheepish as he stepped into the house, shaking the water off his jacket from the rain. “I wanted to apologize,” he told her, handing the flowers he slipped his jacket off and hung it up.
“Apologize?” She had never been more confused. He hadn’t done anything wrong, as far as she knew.
“On behalf of all of Canada for what that assclown did to you,” he explained, pulling her into a gentle hug and kissing the top of her head.
Lita found herself happier than she had been in a while, moving closer she sighed. “Thank you Chris, I forgive Canada, it’s not their fault that Edge is an asshole.”
Chris leaned back, looking down into her face so that he could make sure she was looking better than she had when she first opened the door.
“I’m glad you are willing to forgive my country,” he joked pulling her close again and gently rubbing her back.
Lita smiled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of his arms and how good he felt, how good he smelt to her. She startled herself out of these thoughts, because she had just broken up with their former mutual friend and didn’t want to get into any of the other complications of a rebound right then.
“What are you thinking about?” Chris asked, following her up the stairs to her room, as though it was the most natural thing in the world and crawled up on her bed with her.
She fought to ignore the implications of having him here in her bed, not wanting to think about what could happen between the two of them.
“I’m just thinking about how you’ve always been here for me, no matter what has happened or what anyone has said,” she explained, shrugging her shoulders.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Chris questioned, tilting his head to the side and looking at her, studying her.
It was hard for him to be around her, but despite that, he was here because he knew she might need him and that was much more important than any feelings he might have for her. He would just have to get over himself for the time being.
“I always thought we were the walk through the fire type of friends,” he explained his rationale for always being there as she had stuck with him through his relationship problems in the past.
“What do you mean?” Lita responded, drawing the blanket up over her legs she smiled crookedly at him, biting her bottom lip and sucking on it somewhat.
“You know, like the song, ‘I’ll be there for you, when you walk through the fire I'll be there for you, when the flames get higher.’ I think it describes us to a T,” Chris told her, a small smile on his lips as he watched her eyes light up and some of the sadness fall away from behind her eyes.
Mission partially accomplished.
“Are you saying we’re going to hell together?” Lita couldn’t help but joke, forgetting how much she loved that Chris could quote any number of songs at any moment in an effort to justify practically anything in life.
“Yes that is exactly what I’m saying,” Chris smarted off, pulling her close he hauled her into his lap and tried to ignore the fact that his body wanted desperately to react to her.
Lita rested her head on his shoulder holding one of his hands in hers she squeezed lightly, interlacing their fingers.
“So how long are you planning on staying here to help me get through this pit of fire or whatever you want to call it?” She asked, not wanting him to leave already.
Chris smiled, pressing his dry soft lips against her forehead before he leaned back against the headboard.
“I have a bag in the car which has enough clothing to last me for a week, more if you do my laundry for me,” he grinned at her cheekily laughing when she slapped his chest hard enough to make a loud noise.
Lita smiled, settling back against him and turned on the television, happy to have him there.
She couldn’t however help the small feeling of dread beginning to unfurl in her stomach.
If he was here for a week how was she to ignore her feelings for him?
Chapter Two
She was completely maddening, completely and utterly maddening. Chris had come to her home with the intention of helping her out, helping her get over the latest asshole boyfriend.
It was a role he was used to after all, having grown up around more girls than guys, the ratio in his high school had been five girls to one boy after all, and then getting into the business the divas were considered something to be coveted and protected by some, and used and abused by others.
He had never hesitated to take on the protective role, even when it came to women like Lita who knew how to take care of themselves.
Lita, more than most people, forget women knew about taking care of herself, but seemed to always fall into the wrong sort of relationship. And Chris, left helpless on the side lines could do nothing but watch as one of his closest friends allowed men to wreak destruction on her life.
Chris could say one thing for her though, she was very good at recovering from a break up, that was for sure. Of course, there was tears, which he gladly dried with a jumbo box of tissues.
There was yelling, ranting even about how she had been wrong once again about the man she had picked.
Part of him was tempted to shake her, to tell her to pick him but he knew it wouldn’t work.
“What are you thinking about?” Lita appeared in the doorway of “his” bedroom, leaning against the doorjamb.
Chris glanced up at her slipping his reading glasses off he leaned back from the small desk she had put in there when he started writing again, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, just day dreaming I think.”
Lita nodded, studying him for a moment she seemed to be at a loss of what to say to him.
“Do you ever day dream about me?” She joked instead, and then wondered why she did because she wasn’t entirely certain that she wanted to know the answer, especially if it was a no.
Chris was surprised, that was for sure. “Don’t ask me questions you’re not sure you want the answers to,” he warned her, standing up from the desk and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at her, trying to figure out what she was playing at.
Lita shifted from foot to foot, not liking how serious he suddenly seemed. It was uneasy ground, and she wasn’t sure how to respond to him.
“I want to know,” her voice came out more confident then she felt and her spine straightened as she looked him in the eye. “Have you ever day dreamed about me?” She asked again, biting her bottom lip.
He seemed to be considering her for a moment, thoughts racing through his mind. Chris didn’t know what to do, if he should tell her the truth, or if he should play it off like a joke but he had the feeling they were well beyond the joking stage.
“Yes I have,” he said shortly, moving past her and out of the room without another word.
He felt beyond stupid, because this wasn’t how things were supposed to go, he wasn’t supposed to make some big romantic reveal with her because they could never have that together.
Lita was surprised for a moment, most definitely before she realized that it would probably be a good idea to follow him before he decided to take off or something else.
“Chris,” she found him out on the porch and sat down next to him, taking his hand in hers she squeezed it lightly. “Do you know what I feel when I’m with you?”
“Repulsion,” Chris cracked the joke, shifting over a little bit to make room with her.
“You feel…safe,” he guessed. “Like you would if I were a gay best friend or something,” he shrugged his shoulders, knowing he had positioned himself in the unfortunate role of ‘one of the girls.’
“No, I feel warm,” Lita looped her arm through his and slid it down so that she was grasping his hand gently in hers. “I feel loved,” she murmured and turned him to face her so she could kiss him softly on the lips, a small smile on her lips.
“Do you ever day dream about me?” Chris asked.
“Only whenever I think of you,” Lita grinned, “Of course those sometimes quickly turn to nightmares.”
Chris laughed softly. “Who would we be if we couldn’t insult each other?” He joked, kissing her deeply he ran his fingers through her hair.
“You need practice,” she laughed as he pulled her into his lap. “I’m willing to teach you though.”
“Oh okay,” Chris buried his face in her neck, smiling against her skin.
Lita closed her eyes and sighed, feeling warm.
