Title: Don't Take That Step

Author: Jami Lynn 
Chapter: 23 LAST CHAPTER
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me. Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns either of us). Charity and Mags also own themselves and if you try to take them you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Jami/Jeff sequel. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And I use the wrestlers wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago. 
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes. 
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13 
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad either....maybe some cussing. 
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know yet *L*. 
Summary: Jeff just announced the one thing Jami dreaded. He wants a seperation. 
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
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Jeff spent the next two days thinking about what Charity had said. He pretty much locked himself up in their house and did nothing but think. He refused to talk to anybody and he barely ate anything. Mostly he just nibbled on the rice cakes Jami had on a shelf, noting to himself that they tasted like cardboard. Wait, no...Cardboard tasted better. 

On the second night he drove over to the hospital about 10 minutes before visiting hours ended. He had to talk to her. He couldn't keep this up. As he walked to her room he quickly ducked in a doorway when he saw the Undertaker walking out. If that man saw him now, well...Jeff preferred not to think of his head being on a platter. 

Jeff took some deep calming breaths before entering Jami's room. She was sitting up, munching on some pretzels. A bottle of water was on the bedside table and she was flipping through a Cosmo magazine. 

Jeff watched her for a few minutes, just taking in the sight of her. She looked better than she had the last few weeks. The few days of food had added more color to her skin, and she almost seemed to glow in the roomlight. She had on a pair of jersey shorts and one of his t-shirts, that looked more like a dress than anything on her. 

He loved this look on her. The relaxed, comfy look. Her hair was clipped back from her face, except for those few loose tendrils that never would stay clipped back. She was absentmindedly rubbing one of her toes of her bare feet while she read. 

Finally Jeff coughed and Jami looked up in suprise. She hadn't expected anyone to be there that late. And she certainly hadn't expected for her late night visitor to be Jeff. Jami nervously swallowed the pretzel she had in her mouth, nearly choking on it as it went down. She quickly drank some water before turning her wary brown eyes back to Jeff. 

"Yes?" she asked. "Um...I came to talk." Jeff mumbled. "I thought that is what you did the other night. When you said I was fucking insane and you wanted a seperation." Jami sarcastically flung at him. "Jami...please.." Jeff pleaded. 

"Please what? Leave your life quietly? Bend over and kiss your feet? Cry and be hysterical instead of upset and miserable? What do you want from me Jeff." Jami said in anger. 

Jeff felt anger flood his body. "You are wearing my shirt." was all he said, trying to remain calm. Jami rolled her eyes before pulling the shirt over her head, leaving her in only the Jersery shorts and a sports bra. She flung the shirt at him. "There, is that all you want from me?" Jami asked. 

"no! I don't want us to be seperated. I want you to forgive me. I want to forgive you. I want us to live happily ever after." Jeff said, walking towards Jami's bed. As soon as he reached it, he reached his hand over to touch her but Jami jumped off the bed and faced him. 

"What the hell?" Jeff asked, stunned. "You wanted to be seperated, I'm just keeping us seperated!" Jami told him. "I...I don't...I don't want that anymore." Jeff weakly defended himself. 

"What? So we are going to be married, or not married, depending on your mood? No, you were right! We should be seperated. I'm fucking insane. Why would you want to be with me. I might harm your career!" Jami shouted. 

A nurse came into the room. "excuse me sir, you will have to leave. Visiting hours are over." she explained. "but..." Jeff started to say and the nurses face contorted into a face that even Kane would run scared from. "NOW" she ordered. 

Jeff looked back at Jami, who was still facing him with a determined look on her face. But he could see by her eyes that the tears were there. Jeff walked slowly out of the room, knowing that his relationship may just be beyond the fixing point. 

The End

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