A/N - So I've finished writing Misery Business, and I think I'm going to focus on this one next. It's going to be between 25 and 35 chapters long, and I will be updating on Fridays. Please read and review, and if anyone wants to Beta for me, that would be much appreciated. -K

Not Going Out - Vanessa and Jeff are practically best friends. They chat, flirt, laugh. Everyone thinks they're a couple. But they aren't. Can Matt talk sense into his brother, or will someone else take a shot first?

Vanessa's POV

"You know if you're not careful, people are going to think that you keep getting yourself hurt as an excuse to see Vanessa." The older of the brothers said, hovering over the stretcher that his younger sibling was currently strapped to.

Neither of them had seen me walk into the room behind them, in a fresh promo shirt, having being spewed on by my niece. I loved that my family has come to visit on tour, but I didn't need babies throwing up on my shoulder, not when I was at work. I tied my red hair up in a loose ponytail, "So what if they do?" I said, pushing Matt in the shoulder, "Let them think what they want. We all know it's really you that wants me." I stuck my tongue out at him, before turning my attention to Jeff. "So what did you do this time?"

In the four years that I had been on the road as a medic for the WWE, I had crossed paths with both Matt and Jeff Hardy several times. Actually, they were probably the most frequent patients. Whether it be a botched stunt or a muscle tear, they were never far off injury. Recently, me and a few other of the medics had taken to placing bets on whether or not they would end up needing a once over. I was winning. Three out of the last four shows either Matt or Jeff, if not both, had been rolled into our area backstage with a complaint. Being the only female medic on this leg on the tour had led to some teasing from the rest of the guys, but I just shrugged it off. I was used to a male dominated workplace. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I was brought up with my brother and the five other boys around our age in the cul-de-sac. Football, soccer, basketball, videogames…you name it and if I couldn't do it, it wouldn't stop me from giving it a go. I could throw better than half the guys on the roster, not that they ever admitted that.

Jeff was half way through explaining to Jason, one of the other medics, and I what had happened. Every other sentence Matt would cut in and explain it again. Hearing a knock at the open door, I looked up. My brother had baby Elle cradled in his arms, she was crying again. "Jay, you got this?"

"Sure thing, on you go."

I walked over and carefully took her out of my brother's arms. He had been dying to go out and watch some of the show and I had agreed to take care of Elle while he was out there. It was no place for a three month old child. "I'll find you later, go!" He took two steps out the door and walked back, looking down concerned at his daughter, who was crying even more now that she was in my unfamiliar arms. "She'll be fine, I promise. Now go." He kissed her lightly on the forehead and I shut the door behind him before had the chance to think about coming back in.

Walking back over to the medic area with Elle in my arms, I began humming the first song that came into my head. After two renditions of Hallelujah she stopped crying and fussing, closing her eyes to sleep. "If you're goin' to hurt him Jay, make sure you do it quiet. I don't want her waking up again." I carefully placed her in her stroller, gently rocking it back and forward. If there was one thing I learned about babies since Elle had arrived in my life, is that they didn't like being still just as they were settling for sleep.

"But if we do, we get to hear you sing again, right?" Jeff spoke up from the table. Singing was something I enjoyed doing, usually my only audience being the showerhead. Karaoke if I'd had enough to drink. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his leg,

"You wake her up. I break both your legs, okay?" I warned him. "Someone's cranky," Matt teased.

I turned round and glared at him, "Don't even start Matt. I've had about three hours sleep in the past two nights. I mean, she's beautiful, but I'm ready for her to go back to her mom." I sighed, rubbing my eyes. "What's the diagnosis for the patient anyway?" I asked, turning back to Jeff and ruffling his hair. This week it was red and purple.

"Nothing serious. Just need to keep off your feet for the next couple of days. Plenty x-box on the bus and maybe try to avoid botching anymore ladder jumps?" Jason said, walking back through to the main arena, nearer the action.

Jeff swung his legs round and sat up, leaving room me to jump up onto the table and sit next to him. He put his arm around me and I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. "You did win though, right?" I asked, realising I hadn't found out what had happened in their match.

"Of course we did Ne-" Jeff was interrupted by Elle waking up and crying. I ran over to her and picked her up out of her stroller. Matt and Jeff were hovering over her, I glanced at them, making goofy faces to try and stop her crying.

"You're both softies really!" I laughed, holding Elle carefully in one arm and punching them playfully in turn with my free hand. "They're not so team extreme now are they? They're just silly boys Elle, if you ever pay attention to anything I tell you, it's to ignore everything they do. Boys are silly," I whispered to her, knowing fine well that Matt and Jeff would still be able to hear me. "Apart from your daddy of course, and maybe Matt and Jeff are okay."

"Yeah, we're okay. And you can always trust your Auntie Ness," Jeff spoke softly to her, gently touching her tiny nose with his finger and her crying quietened. Her hand darted to his and her whole fist grabbed onto his finger.

"You're stuck with me now until she lets go Jeff," I laughed, "She's not letting go in a hurry." I laughed, "But keep talking, your voice seems to sooth her."

We sat back down on the table, Matt and Jeff sitting either side of me. "If you want to crash in our room tonight to get some sleep, we don't mind, do we?" Jeff looked over at Matt, who shook his head, "Well that's settled then, and then the crying monster can only keep daddy up, won't you? Yeah."

Elle still had a tight grip of Jeff's finger, the more he tried to pull away, the tighter her grip became. She had done exactly the same to me the first time I had seen her, just days after she was born. She was able to melt my heart immediately and it seemed that she'd had a similar effect on both Matt and Jeff, who continued talking to her. "If you take her," I said to Jeff, "Then I could nap here, right? And then if we have some emergency just put me on the floor something?"

Jeff's eyes widened when I suggested that he hold Elle. "I dunno Ness, do you think Charlie will mind?"

"You'll be fine, the worst thing she could do is spew on you, or you might have to change her. But I'm sure you can cope with that. Please? Just 20 minutes and then I'll be as bright as a button." Sighing, he held his arms out. "You're a star Jeff, you know that?"

I lay down on the table and as Jeff and Matt began babbling to Elle to calm her down. It wasn't the most comfortable thing I had ever tried to sleep on, but it was quiet. And it hadn't been quiet when I was trying to sleep for the past two nights. Blissful quiet.


Jeff's POV

I looked over at the bed, hearing Vanessa stirring. She groaned and rolled over, grabbing the pillow and burying her head in it. After a moment, she sat bolt upright obviously realising she wasn't where she fell asleep. I laughed at her and she frowned at me, throwing the pillow across the room at me. Her aim was good, even though she was just awake, so I had to lean to the left to dodge it. "That's the last time I'm going to carry you from the car if you're going to throw things at me," I sighed, picking the pillow up, holding it above my head, threatening to throw it back at her.

She looked puzzled, "You carried me up here? Why?" She scrambled from underneath the duvet and crouched on the edge of the bed, tucking her knees up to her chest.

"Charlie figured you'd deserved the sleep. There's a bag of your things on Matt's bed. Oh and I took the liberty of ordering you a pizza." Her sleepy gaze turned to a bright grin at the mention of food. She slid off the bed and crouched on the floor next to me, hugging me before straightening out the frame of the camp bed that I had been struggling with for the past 20 minutes.

"Honestly Jeff, what would you do without me?" she laughed, hugging me again. She grinned, turning her attention to the door. She ran over to it and pulled the door open. Matt was carrying three pizza boxes. Vanessa threw one arm around him and opened the top box with her free hand, taking out a slice and biting it. "I. Love. You. Guys." she said between bites.

Vanessa was at her happiest around her family, at work, watching sports, or eating. Or anything that involved a combination of these things. This week was the first time in four years that we had seen her with some of her family, her brother and niece joining us for a couple of days. She had turned into an emotional wreck at the sight of her beautiful niece. Suddenly there was this vulnerability about her, a side I had never seen before, a side that endeared her to me even more than I already did.

After we finished the pizza, Vanessa went to see how Charlie and Elle were getting on, leaving Matt and I to tidy up the pizza boxes and beer. "Some of the guys are going out later, what you doing?" Matt asked, crushing the last of the boxes into the black bag.

Shrugging my shoulders, I lay down on my bed. The scent of Vanessa's perfume lingering on the pillow, "Dunno," I sighed, "Have to see what Ness is doing I guess?"

Matt shook his head at me. He seemed to think that I liked Vanessa, and that she liked me. But we were both to stubborn and proud to do anything about it. I had tried to deny it, but Matt could read me too well sometimes. But I still wasn't convinced about Vanessa liking me. Why would she? She was beautiful, had an awesome sense of humour and style. She was completely unaware of her ability to have a pick of most of the guys on the roster, including me.

"You know what man, if you don't hurry up and take a shot, someone else will."