A/N: Don't own anything except for Violet. This is just a short angst fic about Jeff Hardy's heel turn last year. I know it's old news and Jeff's our wonderful face again. I love Jeff Hardy! I just wondered what it would be like if a best friend told him what he needed to hear. It's crap. But bare with me...

Hope It Was Worth It

Jeff Hardy walked down the deserted hallway with the title over his broad shoulder. He had delivered his speech that he was now in Immortal.

That he was immortal.

He had one of the strongest stables in TNA behind him. His heavily lined eyes had been set on a prize which he now held and Immortal praised him for it. It was all worth it.

Jeff's mind was elsewhere as he nearly collided into someone as he rounded a corner. A smaller and familiar someone.

And she didn't look too happy with her thin tattooed arms over her chest and a scowl on her face.

Jeff smirked down at his best friend for the past fifteen years. Before he had a chance to speak, Violet beat him to it.

"What the fuck was that?" She demanded.

Jeff raised a brow. "What was what?"

"Oh don't fucking play dumb with me, Jeff, you know exactly what I'm talking about!" Violet snapped, pointing a finger passed him where he had come from. "That! Out there! Fucking Immortal, Jeff? Are you serious? So what, you're a heel now?"

Jeff sighed. "Vi, I'm out to prove myself-"

"Prove yourself?" Violet spat. "I can't believe what I'm hearing, Hardy!You proved yourself the day that the WWF finally recognized you as a serious wrestler and not some punk ass jobber." Jeff blinked. "You've already proven what you can do, so what the fuck is this, huh?" Jeff opened his mouth to speak but Violet held up a hand. "No. You've already talked, now it's my turn." Jeff closed his mouth. "I honestly can't believe that you'd stoop so low as to actually join those hate-mongers. Those bastards fucking cheat in every match that they're in, so are you gonna go out there on an order of Eric Bishoff and take out a face? Am I next?"

Jeff furrowed his brow. "Vi, I'd never-"

"No, Jeff." Violet interrupted. She let out a breath as she rubbed her forehead roughly and pointed down the hall again. "Do you have any idea how much those kids looked up to you? And the kids, who are now teens, did before them? Is that piece of shit plastic that you have on your shoulder the only thing you care about, now? Has it finally gone to your head?" Violet shook her head. "You're not the same Jeff I met fifteen years ago. I only see a man who has sold his soul to the fucking Devil. Those kids out there once saw you as their hero. They saw you as the good guy who scared away the Boogeyman from their closets. Now you're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human being." She spat with venom.

Jeff ran a hand through his black and blonde hair with a sigh.

"Oh am I boring you, Jeff?" Violet asked, taking a step towards him. "Well then lemme tell you this: Along with your mind, you've lost all of your fans." She paused. "And...you've lost me." Jeff furrowed his brow again. "Now until you get your head outta your ass, Jeff, we're done." She shook her head and with one last look of distaste, Violet Dean turned on her heel and walked away. Jeff stared after her.

"Hope it was worth it, Hardy!" Violet screamed without looking back. "I hope it was fucking worth it!"

A/N: It's shit, I know. Buh.