Title: Loyally Yours

Author: Krys/ Kid Dynamo / THE Kid Hardy

Main Characters: Jeff Hardy, Krys Hardy (an Original Character), Matt Hardy, and others.

Disclaimer: I own no one in this story that exists in real life. Krys is an original character of my own imagination and creation, therefore she is my property, as well as that of her (fictional) children. Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, anyone under the WWE umbrella, or anyone even remotely involved with the professional wrestling world. Believe me; if I really had control over either one of those beautiful men, they would never be allowed to leave my bed, but Vince, being the control-hungry meanie that he is, he won't let me have them. (Pouts). LMAO.

Primary Summary: He drove her into the arms of his brother, and now he's paying for it. Does Matt want Krys back? And if so, at what cost?

Secondary Summary: Three years before, Matthew Moore Hardy finally pushed his beloved wife, Krys, too far, and she finally found the courage to leave him, seeking shelter and love in his brother Jeff's arms. After a series of unfortunate events that prelude the arrival of Jeff and Krys' first child together, Matt takes it upon himself to drive the two of them apart at any cost. In the final story in the "Yield to You" series, what lengths will Matt go to in order to get back the thing that he wants most?

Author's Note: Okay, so ever since I first wrote Yield to You and its sequel, Forever, My Love, I've been thinking about doing a sequel, because well you know, things go well in threes, ha! And whenever I write a story involving one or both of the Hardyz as the main characters, there's almost always bound to be a trilogy (i.e. Bank on It, All or Nothing, and Against All Odds). So yeah, here's the start to the third and possibly final story to the "Yield to You" trilogy, so enjoy!

Also, at the time I had first written this chapter, Matt Hardy had just been released from his WWE contract for the second time (sniffles), while Jeff was already in TNA, so please bear that in mind.

I love you, Krys. Whatever I said and did to hurt you so bad, I'm sorry. I never know when to stop. My anger kept taking over and I hurt you so many times. That's why you're like this. It's all my fault.

You deserve better, and I know it. As the doctor came over to us and said that you were sleeping, Jeff and Jodie and all our friends left out, but I didn't. I stayed. I said the words that I would always mean. I said them then, and I'll say them now. I love you. I'll always love you.

As I gently kiss your lips, I see your sweet smile. Like the one that wouldn't leave your face on our wedding day (until you went into labor, that is). I remember. Do you? I remember how every few seconds we would kiss and dance, and how my dad automatically fell in love with you, just like I did.

I don't think I stand a chance now. You're in love with Jeff. I know it. I drove you away. I drove you into his arms. My jealousy and stupidity drove you to him. It's only a matter of time before you leave me for him.

I don't blame you for doing it, either. In fact, I even support you. I know that I might not stop my bad habits, but I don't have to take them out on you. That's why it'd be better if you leave.

I gently kiss your sweet lips again, and that innocent smile returns to your face. Softly I say, "Leave, Krys. I don't deserve someone like you. Just go." And I leave the hospital and don't look back.

February, 2008

Matt Hardy glanced at his reflection in the hotel room mirror, and couldn't believe what he saw staring back at him. His eyes had a dark tint to them, and there were even darker circles underneath his eyes. What the hell is wrong with me? he thought to himself, still staring in disbelief at the person staring back at him.

This wasn't him. Ever since he and Amy hooked up for real a few years back, everything had gone to shit, and he'd been miserable. Amy had seen how miserable she'd made him, and decided to go out and have an affair with one of his best friends in the entire WWE. Matt, being Matt, broadcast the entire thing out to everyone in the wrestling world, making himself public enemy number one in the eyes of many of their fans.

He smiled bitterly, trying to remember just what in the hell had attracted him to the pretty redhead in the first place. Maybe it was her rocker chick personality, or her rebel-without-a-cause attitude. Or maybe it had been the fact that she was forbidden fruit; the fact that she had been untouchable off-screen while he had been married to one of her friends had appealed to him. In his twisted little mind, he had figured that since they were a couple onscreen, that they should've continued their ministrations backstage. Besides, not many people outside of his little circle of friends had known that he had been married to Krys; hell, for all he knew, people thought the two of them had gotten engaged and then broke things off, he wasn't sure. And even if they had known, who would have really bothered to say anything?

Krys. Matt smiled wryly as he left the bathroom and went back to his bed, where some nameless ring rat that he had passed the night before with had just started to stir. Krys had been his ex-wife, and, by her own description, hell on earth. There was nothing wrong with her personally, but she just unintentionally caused trouble.

It had all started when Krys first started to date Shannon Moore back in WCW, long before she and Matt had ever met. When the WWE bought WCW out, Shannon was among the group of WCW talent that went over to the WWE, and took Krys with him. Instead of signing a contract with the WWE, she instead took an interest in singing, and joined Peroxwhy?gen as a backing vocalist along with Shannon and Matt's brother, Jeff.

Then, whenever Shannon would hang around with the guys after that, he would bring Krys around, and she eventually caught Matt's eye. Even back then, he'd had a taste for the forbidden fruit. He'd waited and played his cards right until Krys had discovered that Shannon had been cheating on her with a – surprise, surprise – ring rat, and opened his arms and his bed to her. Shannon accidentally walked in on the two of them while they were in the midst of sleeping off their passion, and immediately broke things off with Krys. A tearful Krys then told Matt that he'd do well to leave her alone and get away from her right then and there; otherwise she would cause trouble for him and make his life a living hell. Instead of heeding her warnings, Matt chose to stay with her, and now look what had happened to them. He'd given her three daughters, cheated on her, beat the living shit out of her, and raped her constantly.

All of this...all the terrible things he had done to her not only resulted in him losing his wife and daughters, but losing them to his own brother no less.

Kicking the rat out of his hotel room, Matt lay back down on the bed and propped his hands up behind his head. I wonder what she's thinking of right now… he thought to himself. Better yet, I wonder what would have happened if I had never let her go…

Krys raised her head from what she was doing, and shuddered as a chill ran down her spine. It hadn't been very long since she'd finally found the courage to walk away from Matt Hardy, and here she was, still missing him. Though she'd found all the love and security in the world in his brother Jeff's arms, she still couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt whenever she saw Matt moping around his home.

It hadn't been easy for her to do it, either. She'd stayed with him by his side through thick and thin, partially out of love, and partially out of fear. Even when he'd tried to kill her before, she'd decided to go back to him and try her hand at making things work again. It hadn't been long before he had reverted back to his old ways.

Almost feeling the sting of his hand connecting with her face in a vicious slap again, Krys automatically raised her left hand to her cheek, almost expecting to feel the familiar burn there once more. When she felt none, she closed her eyes and sighed in relief. I can't believe it's been so long already… she thought to herself, sighing again as she wrung out the dishcloth and laid it on the edge of the sink to dry.

"Mommy, mommy!" The sound of her youngest daughter Jodie's voice ringing through her ears, Krys turned to face the energetic child. Jodie Marina Hardy was going on four years old, and had traits of both her father and her uncle. She was just as logical as her father was at his age, and had the outgoing and sometimes brooding personality and blooming creativity that her uncle Jeff possessed.

Krys grinned as she scooped the child up into her arms. "What's up, lovely? Shouldn't you be in bed?" She kissed the little girl's nose, and Jodie squealed in delight.

"Uncle Jeffy's home! He's outside now!"

"Well then let's go say hi to him, shall we?" Jodie bounced her dark pigtails energetically, and, laughing, Krys carried her out to the front door of the place they had come to call home.

As the black Jeep came to a stop not far from the house, the ignition was shut off, and the driver's side door was opened. Out stepped Jeff, his long hair dyed a mixture of red, blue and his natural blonde swept up in a ponytail, with a smile on his face. He dropped down to one knee and scooped up Jodie as she took off towards him, screaming with excitement. "Hey, kiddo, did you miss me?" he asked his niece, his green eyes lighting up with affection when she kissed him on the cheek.

Jodie bobbed her head. "Yes, uncle Jeffy," she said with a smile on her face. "But I think mommy missed you even more," she whispered in his ear, and the two of them automatically looked up to see Krys making her way down the stairs, a smile making its way across her face.

"Thanks for the tip, kid," Jeff whispered back. "Mind giving me a few minutes with your mom? I'll be inside in a few to tuck you and your sisters in." The little girl nodded, and he kissed her cheek before bending down to let her jump out of his arms. Jodie ran past her mother into the house, bid the two of them good night, and closed the door behind her.

Slowly, Krys stopped in front of her husband, then wrapped her arms around him. His arms came about her waist, and pulled her tight against his body. "It's been a while since I've been home," he whispered. "I missed you a lot."

"I know. I missed you too." Krys looked up into his jade green eyes, then stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips softly against his, in a gentle kiss. Her hands moved to his hair and pulled it out of its ponytail when he deepened the kiss, turning it from simply showing their affection for one another into showing their passion for one another.

Slowly, regretfully, Jeff pulled away, his expression almost pained. "As much as I'd love for this to continue," he said quietly, "I have a few nieces to tuck in. Don't go anywhere; I'll be right back." He winked at her before running up the stairs to the house and disappeared inside.

While Jeff was in the house, Krys took the time to walk around the yard, watching the sky get darker with each passing second. It still amazed her how different everything looked now that she wasn't a prisoner in her own home—well, Jeff's home. The home that he had so graciously opened up to his then-sister-in-law and nieces when she'd finally found the courage to run away from Matt the first time around.

She then turned around in time to see Jeff coming back out of the house, and a smile eased its way onto her face. "Miss me?" he drawled, giving her a halfway grin, taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck.

Krys smiled up at him. "You know I did," she whispered, letting him draw her closer to him. "Get down here, Hardy, and show me how much you missed me."

"With pleasure." His hands went to her hips, drawing her up against his body, which seemed tailor-made to fit against her own. His hands then traveled around to her backside, giving a firm squeeze as he lowered his mouth to brush against hers teasingly. As punishment for teasing her, she nipped his lower lip, causing him to swear softly. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"Nope, just trying to speed things up. So move it." With a chuckle, Jeff pressed his mouth against hers again, but this time lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, showing her how eager he was to comply.

Somehow, the two of them ended up on the hood of Jeff's car. In a mess of tangled limbs, somehow they managed to free themselves of the clothing barring them from the contact they so desperately needed to feel from each other. Jeff wasted no time in slipping her shoes from her feet and her jeans from her slim body, his senses being lost in a midst of caresses and kisses as he nearly destroyed his Kikwear jeans trying to get them down to his ankles.

Finally, he eased himself into her slick warmth, and they both moaned in unison at the sensations running through them. Krys' hands found their way to Jeff's hair again, and she dug them into his hair, tangling her fingers in and pulling on the locks, her way of telling him that she liked what he was doing to her. Jeff withdrew and thrust again, going deeper than before, and Krys closed her eyes and moaned contentedly.

Matt had a dark look in his eyes as he heard the cries of ecstasy coming from the direction of Jeff's house. He had come over through the small patch of woods that he and Jeff had labeled their 'secret passageway' when they were children to talk to Krys about visiting their daughters over the weekend, and he had turned the corner to see his ex-wife and his brother going at it hard and heavy on the hood of Jeff's Jeep.

He could hear the wails coming from Krys, and they turned him on beyond belief. Knowing that he had been the very first one to make her scream like that… It gave him a thrill, and it brought a genuine smile to his face for the first time in God only knew how long. Before long, he had decided that he would be the last man she would make those noises for.

He then turned on his heel and started to walk back to his home, but stopped. The cries had turned into wails, and Matt couldn't resist taking a peek to see what his baby brother was doing to his bride. Hiding behind a tree, Matt poked his head out in time to see Jeff turn her over to take her from behind.