Title: Missing a Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 9
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* And not a single butt cheek of theirs belongs to the WWF, to the WWE yes...but not the WWF. But I do own Jami, for she is me. Tasha owns herself. Charity owns herself and if you try to take any of us, you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Edge/Tasha 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. And Amanda, aka Phoenix, is not a bitch in real life. She's actually a very nice girl. =) She's just a bitch in this story for my purposes *L* So, no bashing real Amanda.
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: Just making things up as I go.
Summary: Can Jami and Tasha deal with Phoenix being in the WWE?
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]
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"Wh-What happened?" Lita found her voice first and uttered. Nobody answered her at first, no one wanted to voice what was the obvious conclusion.
"She was just laying here. So still." Jami uttered, stunning the group. She had her hands up, resting against her cheeks, the blood smearing itself onto them.
Charity looked over at the other side of the crowd in time to see Jeff, Edge, Matt and Rob all push their way to the front. Edge immediently dropped to his knees next to Tasha. "Someone, get help. Don't just stand there like fucking morons" he shouted at them.
Rob and Matt came over to stand by Charity and Lita, unsure of what to do, or what to say. Confusion that was mirrored equally by both Charity and Lita.
Jeff sank down in front of Jami, gently putting his hands around her wrists and pulling her hands away from her face. Suddenly everything felt surreal. He noticed how large his hands looked around her tiny wrists, making them look more fragile.
He noticed the way there was more blood on her right hand then her left. That she had somehow managed to get blood on her clothing, as well as on her face, hair and neck. Her brown eyes were filled with fear.
"Someone has to help her." Jami uttered, her voice barely a whisper A few paramedics pushed their way through the crowd to Tasha. They carefully took her vital signs and did eveything they were suppose to do before loading her up onto a stretcher.
The crowd that was remaing there were all deathly quiet, as if waiting. Waiting for something that no one knew. Finally Shane McMahon and a few police officers made their way over to Jami and Jeff.
"Mrs. Hardy, we are going to need you to come into the station right away for questioning." The leader of the pack said. "Her name is Jami. And is she going to be charged?" Jeff said.
"I'm sorry, but we aren't sure of that yet. We need to question her further to see what her role in this was." another officer replied. "She's had a tough time lately. She can't be charged." Was all Jeff said.
Jami's brown eyes turned to look at Jeff, shock registering as the only emotion on her face. She pulled her wrists out of his grip. "you think I did this to her. You think I hurt Tasha. Why would i hurt Tasha? Why would you think this?" Jami asked him, not waiting for an answer as she got up to leave with the officers.
Chapter 10
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