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.
Email: [email protected]
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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