Ok, so here's a new story for y'all. It's a Jeff/Mickie story, so if ya don't like, then don't read.

*Disclaimer: I own nothing but the laptop this was typed and my imagination. Plus, if you sue, you would get maybe two dollars in change, so it's not really worth it. ; ) *

Title: One More Shot
Chapter 1: Resurrected

One more shot and then I'm under and out.

Gonna show the non-believers what I'm talkin' about.

One more shot and I'm under and gone.

Gonna show the non-believers they are nothin' but wrong.

The door to the Impact Zone opened up and a man walked inside the building, wearing his usual black hoodie over his head. Jeff Hardy walked with purpose down the hall, determined to make things right with everyone after he wrestled drunk at Victory Road against Sting. He found himself walking towards the Knockouts' locker room, more specifically the locker room of Hardcore Country herself, Mickie James. Jeff raised his hand to knock on her door, but hesitated. Sighing, he lowered his hand and walked away.

'Let's get through the fans first. Then you can worry about Mickie.' Jeff thought as he walked toward the gorilla position. Jeff waited until 'Modest' began playing and walked out onto the stage after a moment. He looked at the crowd, hearing mixed reactions from the fans, and walked down the ramp. No crazy dance, no pyro. He just walked. Jeff climbed into the ring and grabbed a mic, looking around.

One more way to make it easy for you

Know I'm gonna make it rough to the end.

One less way I have to do this for you

Nothing's gonna bring me around the bend.

One more way to get the message across now,

I gotta do this on my own.

One less way I've gotta prove this to you.

One less way…

Gone.

"Ya know, everyone has their demons. Unfortunately, I keep falling for mine. What I did at Victory Road was unacceptable, and I paid for it." Jeff said. More mixed chants from the fans. "I stand before you in the center of this ring asking for your forgiveness, although what I did was unforgiveable. I stand before you, the Impact Zone, asking you…" Jeff paused. "…For one more shot."

Jeff lowered the mic and looked at the fans. He got a little more positive chants and smiled faintly. "What do ya say? One more shot?" he asked.

Everyone was now cheering "One more shot!" Jeff smiled a little more.

I've (One more shot) been Resurrected.

One more shot and I'm under and out.

Gonna show the non-believers what I'm talkin' about.

Oh, I've (One more shot) been Resurrected.

One more shot and I'm under and gone.

Gonna show the non-believers they are nothing but wrong.

Until the day I die.

"Thank you. I will make it up to everyone somehow." Jeff said, setting the mic down and doing his handsign before exiting the ring as 'Modest' played again.

'Now I can go see Mickie…Hopefully.' He thought as he went backstage.

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Jeff made his way back to the Knockouts' area before he was stopped.

"Hardy!" a voice called. Jeff turned around to see Jamie Szantyr, better known as Velvet Sky, behind him.

"Hey Jamie." Jeff said. Jamie looked up at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You got a lot of nerve coming here and asking forgiveness from people." She said calmly. Jeff sighed.

"I know I do, but–"

"But nothing, Jeff." Jamie interrupted. "I know what you're doing and you've got guts for it, but when you go see Mickie, don't expect her to forgive you. You really hurt her." She continued before walking off. Jeff sighed.

'I knew that was coming. Especially from one of Mickie's best friends.' Jeff thought before continuing to Mickie's locker room. When he got there, he hesitated on knocking again, but eventually knocked. Jeff stood there for several minutes before. As he was turning to leave, the door opened up and the current Knockout's champ gasped, wide-eyed.

"Jeff?" Mickie whispered.

One more way to make it easy for you

Know I'm gonna motivate 'til the end.

One less way I'm gonna do this for you

No one's gonna break me around the bend.

One more way to get the message across now,

I've gotta rule this on my own…

Jeff faced Mickie, not saying anything. Mickie sighed and let him in. Jeff quietly leaned against the wall while Mickie stood in front of him.

"Why? Why did you do it again after it got you fired from WWE?" Mickie demanded quietly. Jeff looked down at the floor, not having an answer. Mickie sighed and rubbed her forehead. "You told me it wouldn't happen again, Jeff, and I believed you. You lied to me."

Jeff looked into her eyes. "Mickie, I know 'sorry' isn't gonna cut it and you have every right not to believe a word I say, but I'm gonna make it up to you somehow. I'm clean, I've been clean since I left, and I'm going to stay clean. I quit smoking and I don't drink as much as I used to and it's going to stay that way." He said.

Mickie looked back into his eyes. "You have a lot to prove to me, Jeff. You broke my heart…Again."

"I know, Mickie, I know." Jeff said. "Whatever it takes to make it up to you, I'll do it."

One less way I'm gonna prove this to you.

One last way…

"When I see it, I'll believe it." The Richmond Native said. Jeff nodded.

"Understandable." He said.

And I'm gone.

Without warning, Jeff kissed her softly, pulling away before she had enough time to react. "I've been Resurrected." He whispered before walking out of the locker room, leaving Mickie stunned.

I've (One more shot) been Resurrected.

One more shot and I'm under and out.

Gonna show the non-believers what I'm talkin' about.

Oh, I've (One more shot) been Resurrected.

One more shot and I'm under and gone.

Gonna show the non-believers they are nothing but wrong.

Until the day I die.

Jeff walked to the parking lot, thinking about the events of that night and smiled faintly. He unlocked his car and got in, taking a sip of Mountain Dew after he buckled up. He had gotten hooked on drinking it whenever he wanted alcohol or something. It wasn't the healthiest habit since Mountain Dew is nothing but sugar and caffeine, but it was better than his old habit.

Jeff started the car and looked back at the Impact Zone, seeing Mickie standing in the doorway.

'I'm going to make it up to you, Mickie. I'm not going to let you down once again.' He thought before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the street.

There ya have it. I plan to do more than one chapter. Let me know what you guys think. : ) Reviews are always appreciated, but please don't flame. : )