Changing Seasons, Changing Lives

Summary: John Cena wanted something new, but when he saves Jeff Hardy from being kidnapped, he may have gotten more excitement then he bargained for…

Disclaimer: I do not own WWE or anything connected with it… Wish I did…

Chapter: One

John Cena walked into the dark street after his match on Smackdown. Normally he stayed to watch the other matches, but tonight he just wasn't up to it. His mind was full of thoughts and he needed some quiet time. He walked down the street. He didn't want to drive. He was hoping the city air would knock him out of this slump anyway.

He wondered into a park and found a nice quiet bench. He sat on it and admired the trees. They were just starting to turn as it was early October. At least they change, John thought to himself. He sighed. It was starting to get cold and John hadn't brought a jacket. He stood and started to walk when he heard a commotion behind him. It sounded like teenage nonsense, so he shrugged it off and started to walk away.

"Stop it!"

The voice John heard sound almost familiar. He turned to see what was going on, but nothing could be seen through the thick trees and no one was on the concrete pathway. John stood for a moment straining to hear something else.

"Shut him up! Someone is going to hear him!"

John took a few steps towards the voices and then he heard rustling in the trees ahead. A man emerged. Someone John had never seen before. He didn't seem to notice him as he gave the clear for his friends to join him on the path. Two more men came out and one of them was holding someone in his arms. The lifeless man was wrapped in a jacket, and John couldn't see him as well as the others. The three looked around as John stood in the shadows of a tree.

"Let's get out of here." The first man said, "I want to get him home before someone notices he's missing."

John gave a confused look as the men passed him almost silently. When they were far enough away, John started to follow them. He wasn't sure what they were up to, but he knew, whatever it was, it couldn't have been good for the sleeping man. At least John hoped he was sleeping.

The three men left the park and started to climb into a nice mustang parked right outside the entrance. The man laid the sleeping man in the car and John knew if he didn't do something now, he would loose his chance to help him.

"Hey!" John yelled. Two of the men turned to him menacingly. John gulped. He hadn't really thought of anything to say.

"What do you want? We have stuff to do!" The first man yelled.

Think John! Think!

"Um… I was just… uh… I want to… Tell you what a nice car you have!" John walked over and started to admire the machine. "I mean, this is sharp. What did you give for this?"

The men seemed annoyed with him, but John knew he had to get to the other side of the car. To the open door. He started to walk around the front still rambling on about how amazed he was by the car. Finally he was standing mere feet from the door. One of the men was standing by the trunk, but the other two were on the other side of the car.

Here goes nothing.

John rushed to the open door and pulled the sleeping man by the wrist.

"Hey!" The men yelled. John pulled the man into his arms and sprinted back into the park. He heard the men close on his heels, but he just kept running. Thank god the man was light. John finally ducked into the trees and ran deep into the forest. He stopped to listen and was relieved to here the men run right past him.

He laid the man down and caught his breath. He looked at the man for the first time and gasped when he saw that he knew him. It was Jeff Hardy. John stared at him, but quickly snapped out of it and gently shook him.

"Jeff?" He said quietly, hoping the men wouldn't double back. Jeff didn't stir. John saw his chest moving up and down, so at least he was breathing.

"Jeff, wake up. Come on… I can't carry you again. Jeff…"

Still, Jeff laid lifeless on the ground. John went to wipe his forehead, but noticed a thick liquid on his arm. He gasped when he saw it was blood. He quickly lifted Jeff up and searched him for wounds. John quickly found a small gash on his head. John shook his head. Jeff couldn't stay here. John wasn't a doctor, but he knew the cold and the stress couldn't be helping Jeff's head.

Damn… John thought, I should've brought my cell phone. Wait!

John reached into Jeff's large pockets and was relieved to find a cell phone. He opened it and there was a text from Matt. John just hit the call button.

"Jeff! Finally! We're waiting for at the…"

"Matt… It's John Cena."

"Cena? Why do you have Jeff's phone?"

"It's a long story. Can you meet me in the park? Jeff needs help."

"Help? What happened?"

"Matt, just trust me. I won't be at the entrance just walk down the path and I'll find you. Hurry up."

"Ok fine… You better expl…"

John just hung up on him, and put the phone in his pocket. John didn't really know how far away he was. He certainly didn't want to miss him, but he didn't want to leave Jeff alone and chance those guys finding him. After a few minuets, John knew he had to meet Matt. He pulled his shirt off to make a pillow for Jeff. He stood.

"I'll be back, ok?" He said to Jeff, although he knew he couldn't hear him. He walked through the woods, and finally found the path. There was no sign of Matt until John heard voices coming from the entrance. At first he backed into the shadows just in case it was the men, but he ran out when he was sure it was Matt's voice he was hearing. It was Matt Hardy, Shannon Moore, and some big guy John didn't know.

"Matt.." John ran over to them.

"Cena… Where's Jeff?"

"Back here. Follow me."

They followed him and along the way, John explained why he had Matt's little brother out in the woods.

"Did you see what the guys looked like?" Shannon asked as the emerged to the clearing where Jeff laid exactly as John had left him.

"Not well. They were young and tall. They were wearing nice clothes and had a rather nice car. Was there a mustang out by the entrance?"

"No." Shannon continued. Matt was already by Jeff's side, talking to him, and trying to wake him. "What do you think they were doing?" Shannon asked John. He just shook his head. "I don't think I want to know."

Finally the big guy just picked Jeff up and he and Matt joined Shannon and John. Matt handed John his shirt. "His head isn't bleeding anymore. I think he'll be fine. Do you need a ride?"

"My car is at the venue. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" The big guy asked.

"Kimo has a Hummer. There is plenty of room." Shannon assured.

John finally agreed and they walked out of the park. Kimo gently sat Jeff in the front seat. The rest filed into the back. Kimo drove carefully to the venue.

"Oh.. Here." John handed Shannon Jeff's phone. "Let me know ok?" Shannon nodded. Matt got out and walked over to John. "Thanks man. You have know idea how much it means."

"No problem. Let me know how his is doing ok?"

Matt nodded and shook John's hand. He climbed back into the Hummer and they drove off. John threw his shirt in the back of his car, and climbed in the driver's seat. He couldn't help but think about Jeff. He was so worried about him. Also, he was confused.

What did those men want with Jeff? Where were they taking him? Would they try again?

He shook it off and drove down the road.

When Jeff awoke, his head was throbbing. He looked around to see he was in a hotel bed. It took him a bit, but he sat up and held his head. He looked to his right to see Kimo and Shannon sleeping on the other bed. He then turned to his left to see Matt sleeping in the uncomfortable wooden chair. Jeff crawled to the edge of the bed and lightly tapped his older brother. Matt's eyes fluttered open.

"Hey brother." He said sleepily rubbing his eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine…" Jeff sat on the edge of the bed. Preparing to stand. "My head hurts a little but I'm alright. What happened?"

As Jeff stood, Matt started to explain what happened. Jeff had to steady himself on the dresser as he listened. "I remember the men approaching me at the venue. They said they wanted to talk to me about some charity thing. They said it would take a while so we should walk in the park. I found it kind of weird, but I followed them. When we got deep into the path, they started to talk about how much money they could make off of me. I have no idea what they meant, I assumed they were talking about the charity, but I was wrong I guess. The big guy threw me in the bushes, but that must have been when I hit my head. I don't remember anything after that."

"John Cena was the one who called for us to come get you. Apparently, he saved you."

Jeff shook his head as he laid back down. "Lay down." He pointed beside him.

"But.. You need to rest well… and.."

"Shut up Matt, and get in the bed. We did it when we were kids, we can do it now. We'll talk about this in the morning when my head doesn't hurt."

Matt smiled to himself and climbed in the bed. He fell asleep almost instantly. Jeff smiled at his brother and turned over.

"John Cena…."