[A/N: This fic is one of my personal favorites. I've always been a Hardy fan, and loved the idea of Jason and Adam having a younger sister that they didn't appreciate. R&R, please.
-Late 1999
"Why can't you keep your nose out of our business, woman? You nearly cost us the titles out there! And now you want to ask us for a favor?"
"She never stays out of our business, Edge. I don't think she knows how."
The voices were loud, masculine, and obviously angry. That last part was what caught Matt Hardy's attention. He recognized the voices to belong to Adam Copeland and Jay Reso, half-brothers that wrestled under the nicknames Edge and Christian, respectively. And he was willing to bet that they were yelling at Adam's full sister, Jay's half-sister, Kimberly Rose.
"Look, guys, I've done everything you wanted me to. I took out Trish, so she couldn't interfere in your match against Test and Albert. Hell, I even ran out and distracted the ref so you guys could win. I just want this one favor. I want your support when I meet Lita for the Women's title. I can't do it without you." Kimberly's voice penetrated the walls easily.
Matt was definitely interested in listening now. Kimberly was the only one of the infamous Edge and Christian and Kimberly Rose tag-team that he actually got along with. Adam and Jay were just too self-centered and obnoxious. But Kimberly was sweet, and nice, and a damn good wrestler. Despite the fact that Kimberly and Matt's on-again, off-again girlfriend, Amy 'Lita' Dumas were constantly fighting, Matt enjoyed the Toronto-native's company.
Hearing angry footsteps drawing close to the door, Matt moved away from it, and managed to look as if he was just walking by. The door slammed open, and Kimberly stepped out, muttering under her breath. But Matt's heart nearly broke at the hurt look on Kimberly's face.
"Hey, Kim, you okay?" Matt asked in his slow southern drawl.
The blonde jumped, obviously startled.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Matt." She nodded, managing a small smile for her friend. "I'm just tired, so I'm heading back to the hotel."
"Want me to give you a lift? I'm heading back myself." Matt offered.
"Sure, thanks." Kimberly replied.
Matt led the way out of the arena to the parking garage, Kimberly following him silently. He opened the trunk of his rental car, and put his and Kimberly's bags inside of it. Unlocking the doors, he climbed into the driver's side as she climbed in the passenger's side.
Kimberly sat in silence, staring out the window, her chin cupped in her hand. Matt glanced over at her occasionally, worried about her silence. When she sighed softly, he reached over and touched her arm.
"You okay, Kim?" He asked softly.
"You already asked me that, Matt. I told you, I'm fine." She replied without looking at him.
"I don't think you're telling me the truth." Matt said simply.
"I know you heard me fighting with Adam and Jason. Don't try to hide it." Kimberly said.
"Alright, I heard you. It was kind of hard not to." Matt admitted. "Why are they mad at you?"
"Several reasons, I guess." Kimberly shrugged, obviously not wanting to talk about it.
"It's about you distracting the ref against T&A so they could use the conchairto, isn't it?" Matt asked. "Or is it because you want them to be at ringside when you face Li?"
"Both," she spoke softly. "They seem to think that they don't need to be at ringside. Adam said that I don't 'deserve' to have them at ringside."
Matt bit back a swear as he listened. If Kimberly had been his sister, he would have been at ringside without her asking.
"Babe, they don't deserve you. They're jerks." Matt said, glancing at her.
"They're my brothers. I'm kind of stuck with them, Matt." Kimberly looked over at him.
Matt pulled into the hotel parking lot.
"Don't degrade yourself, Kim. You're ten times what they are." He told her. "And I mean that."
"Thanks, Matt." Kimberly smiled at him gratefully as she climbed out of the car.
"You don't need to thank me. This is what friends do." Matt opened the trunk, and picked up both of their bags.
Kimberly opened her mouth to protest Matt carrying her bag, but she shut it, remembering how he always carried a woman's bag when she was with him.
They walked in silence into the hotel, and to the elevator.
"Are you rooming alone?" He asked.
"I might as well be. I'm rooming with Trish, and she'll be staying in Jason's room tonight." Kimberly replied.
"Ah, so you'll be alone tonight." Matt said.
"Matt, I'll be fine. I've roomed by myself before. It's not like I'm going to hang myself or something. I'm not that thick." She told him.
"I was worried more about someone breaking into your room." Matt grinned.
"Don't worry about that. You think I checked in as Kimberly Copeland?" Kimberly smiled.
"Did you?" He asked.
"No. Alicia Johansen." She replied.
"Ah, nice. I like that." He smiled.
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped off, walking down the hall. Kimberly stopped outside her room.
"Thanks for cheering me up, Matt." She smiled, looking up at him.
"What are friends for?" He smiled.
Matt handed her her bag, and shifted his to his other shoulder. Then, slowly, he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. Despite her initial shock, Kimberly found herself kissing him back, her arm sliding around his neck as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was soft, and undemanding, but Kimberly pulled back from him slowly.
"Kim, I want to continue this." Matt said softly.
"Me too. But not out here. Anyone can see." Kimberly replied softly.
Matt took the key card from her, and unlocked the door of the hotel room. They walked in, and didn't bother turning on any lights. Kim moved backwards towards the bed in the middle of the room with Matt following he closely, his eyes staring straight at her. The dark haired man quickly tugged his own shirt off, tossing it aside with a small plop, and slowly, gently pulled Kim's off before unclasping her bra, and tossing it aside as well.
"Kim.." He spoke softly.
The blonde Canadian simply pressed one of her fingers to his lips, shaking her head softly. Moving onto the bed, she gave a small squeak when Matt quickly pinned her down, and began pressing small kisses down her chest as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before quickly pulling them, and the barely-there thong she was wearing down her legs, tossing them somewhere to the floor. Kim quickly retaliated by rolling them over, and trailed small kisses down his chest to his bellybutton before undoing his cargo pants and tossing them and his boxers aside.
Before she knew it, he had rolled them over again, and pressed his lips to hers gently. She responded quickly into the kiss, one of her hands reaching up to tangle in his long hair. A small moan escaped into the kiss when she felt his tip nudging at her entrance, and she lifted her hips slightly as he slowly pushed his length into her. Kim pulled back from the kiss as Matt slowly began moving in and out of her. He soon quickened his pace as she moved against him, moaning his name softly. As they moved even faster against each other, she whispered his name again as he groaned out hers and their bodies slowly stopped, but stayed intertwined.
The next morning, Kimberly woke, and was surprised and shocked to feel strong arms around her waist. She pushed gently, and gasped aloud when she recognized Matt.
"Matt. Matt." She said softly.
The North Carolina native awoke slowly. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking at her.
"We should talk. Over breakfast." He said.
Soon, they were in Matt's car, heading towards town for breakfast.
Suddenly, Kimberly's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" She snapped.
"Ms. Copeland. It's Eric." The voice was silky smooth, making Kimberly's neck hair stand on edge.
"Mr. Bischoff? What can I do for you, sir?" Kimberly glanced at Matt nervously.
"There's been a change to the script, my dear. It seems your match against Lita won't be just a Championship match. It will be a loser leaves WWF match. My idea, you see." Bischoff said.
"I see," Kimberly's breaths came slowly. "Who's going over?"
"Lita, of course. We can't afford to lose her, and your angle, quite frankly, is becoming boring." Bischoff replied.
Kimberly choked back a cry. She couldn't lose her job. It was the one thing she lived for.
"I see." She said softly.
"The match against Lita will be your last one. Have a nice day." Bischoff hung up.