This is unbeta-d, unchecked, just the purest little plot kitten from my mind. It was the first thing that hit me when I Googled JeffHardy a few days ago

Phil barely heard the music of his phone over the Godsmack that was blaring out of the stereo. He ceased his rapid dancing, panting a bit as he bounced off the couch cushion and in front of the speakers. He clicked the pause, tilting his head and listened for his cell.

Maybe I'm the one, maybe I'm the one
Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho

"Oh, Jeffy!" Phil dove for the coffee table, snatching up his cell and answering it as quickly as he could after nearly fumbling it "Hey there, Skittle-breath."

"Phil" his lover's voice was breathy, low, hurried "I don't have much time, they're outside. I want ya ta' know it ain't true, none of it."

"Jeff?" Phil's brow creased "What's wrong?"

"I…I…" Jeff seemed to try and steady himself over the line, close to tears "Baby-doll, please, I'm only gonna get through this knowin' you believe me. I got myself into some stuff, some serious stuff I shoulda just left alone. God, baby, I tried to be good for you, but I just can't stop myself sometimes."

He listened to his lover choke up, obviously upset, "Where are you?"

Jeff's voice lowered, there were noises in the background, "Hidin' in my bathroom, but that's not the point. Do you believe me, Phil?"

"I-"

"Please!" Jeff was pleading now "I can't do this without you behind me. Do you trust me enough to ignore everything the fuckin' media puts out about me?"

Phil didn't even hesitate, trying not to concentrate on the shouting in the background, "Of course, Jeffy, I believe you more than all that shit."

"Remember this…I love you and I never did all that shit they said I did. They're gonna get the story wrong, they always get the story wrong. Don't listen to a word of a it, baby."

Someone shouted for Jeff, a woman a lot like their friend Beth, "Shit!"

The line went dead.

"Jeff?" the silence stole the breath from his lungs "Jeff!"

xJUNKx

The next day, CM Punk was worried sick about what had happened. He was almost afraid to leave his house (their house, most weeks), afraid of what they would be saying. He almost didn't want to hear the truth. He just wanted to cling to his lover's last words to him, believe him over anything else they could throw at him.

His phone rang normally, vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out, peeking at the screen and pouting when he saw it was none other than Matt.

Phil clicked the call button, "Hey."

"Do you know what happened?" Matt snapped, barely containing him.

"No, I-"

"Google Jeff."

The line went dead.

//That's the second time I've been hung up on// Phil scoffed, tossing his cellphone onto the couch. He made his way over to his laptop, taking it out of sleep mode and dialing onto the internet. He brought up Google, fingers beginning to tremble as he typed out his lover's name.

Taking a deep breath, he clicked on the search button.

His heart dropped and shattered into a thousand pieces as the first link came up, reading out loud.

"Jeff Hardy, Arrested After Raid Of Home."

Phil acted on autopilot, chewing his lip ring as he clicked on the blue sentence. It took a moment to load, but when it did he couldn't stop himself from reading. It was legitimate, an article in a real newspaper with real sources and eyewitness accounts and…

Olive eyes scanned over the paragraphs, picking up certain words. Opium, and cocaine, trafficking, his breath catching on the phrase 'possession of drug paraphernalia.' He kept going, bile rising in his mouth when he saw that his precious Jeffy faced a minimum ofthree years behind bars if convicted of just one charge, let alone the ones piling on him.

"Oh shit" Phil sunk to his knees, pressing his back against the wooden flat of the island. He swallowed down the bitter taste in the back of his mouth, blinking away the tears welling up. He slammed his fists into the surface on either side of him, jaw clenched tight.

"Fuck!"

Somehow, this was his fault. He was Jeff's lover, his confidant, and had quickly become his best friend. They shared a bed, but Jeff couldn't share with him if he'd gotten in trouble? If Jeff had buried himself into a hole, why couldn't he tell him? Why couldn't he trust him to help bail him out? Was his Straight Edge lifestyle so overpowering that he came off as high-and-mighty?

Phil had never wanted to come off that way, not to his lover.

This was his fault, somehow…some way…he should have seen this coming.

"I don't give a fuck what you did, Jeffy" Phil kept his eyes on the painting on the far wall, one the Hardy had painted himself "I'm gonna stick by you, 'cause you deserve someone you trust by your side. I'll never listen to them over you, never."

So, like an obedient wife, Phil waited in his house until he got the next call from Matt.

Once Jeff was allowed to see someone, Matt would call him first.

Phil couldn't stop himself from thinking, And so it goes on…