A/N Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except Sevina. I do not own any of the music and I do not own the WWE. No copyright infringement is intended.

This story is the sequel to A Hardy Tale, so anyone who hasn't read that might be a little confused by some of the established relationships and references in this story, but I have tried to make it as able to stand alone as possible.

For those who did read it, this one focuses a lot more on the character's working lives, though there's still plenty of drama in their private lives :D

Enjoy and please review!

Chapter 1

Traded. The word was like a drum beat, repeating itself over and over and Sevina Ataera couldn't get it out of her mind. She lay on the bed in her hotel room, the bulky script laying beside her. Traded. She'd been traded. No more Raw, no more Matt, no more…Jeff. She mentally flinched at the last name that went through her head. She couldn't linger over the pain that, just thinking about him caused her. It had been months, she'd been dating Shannon for a while now and yet she still felt the gaping void where her best friend and possibly love of her life, should be. Now that gap, that chasm was just going to get worse. She couldn't have Jeff, she couldn't even retain her friendship with him, but at least, whilst she was with Raw, she could see him every day and know that he was alright.

Jeff was not working for the WWE anymore, but he had been allowed to travel with Matt. Sevina let out a long sigh and pressed a hand to her forehead. Matt knew, of course, he'd been told before she had, though she couldn't quite figure out why. This was the best career move for her, she knew that, but she loved working on Raw, she had her friends there. She didn't want to move and have to start making friends all over again.

She sat up, crossing her legs and running her fingers through her short, blue hair. She had had it highlighted so that the blue was even more noticeable now. She grimaced slightly. Well, it would fit in well on SmackDown. She ran her hands down her face and looked at the script next to her. That was the other thing that was bothering her. The storyline that was waiting for her was huge. It was insane. She'd been with the WWE for less than a year and they now expected her to handle something like this.

The sound of Live for the Moment reverberating around her room made her jump and she swore. "Matt!" He wasn't there but she was going to kill him when she got her hands him, for yet again changing her ringtone. She grabbed her cell from her bag and frowned at the number. Oh, that was just what she didn't need right now. She sighed and hit the answer button. "Hi, Jeff."

The sound of Jeff's voice never failed to stun her into silence and she always hesitated before saying anything in return, as if trying to subconsciously force him to keep speaking. She loved his voice. "Hey, Kid. How's it going?"

"Um…well, I have some news actually."

"Yeah?" Jeff sounded curious. That was weird. Usually he sounded bored at best when they talked now. He phoned her out of necessity, because she worried when he didn't and she'd made him promise to call at least once a day. She didn't tell him that it was also because she missed him horribly, despite seeing him most days. Sevina sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, pulling her knees up to her chest. "Yeah, um…I saw Mr McMahon today and…" She stopped. She didn't want to say it because she knew what his reaction would be and it wasn't the reaction it should have been. If they had still been as close as they once were, he would have been devastated, but now, he probably wouldn't care. She rubbed her eyes and forced herself to continue. "I've been traded to SmackDown."

Silence. Jeff said nothing. For the longest time they were both silent and Sevina began to wonder if he'd hung up, or his signal had dropped out. "Jeff? You still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here." The answer was instantaneous, but was followed by more silence. Sevina was starting to feel uncomfortable. She waited and waited and a few times she thought she heard him take a breath as if he were going to speak, but he didn't. Eventually, after the most painful length of time, he found his voice. "Does Matt know?" Sevina winced, closing her eyes. Of course, no reaction from Jeff, she wasn't important enough to warrant a reaction from him anymore. "Yeah. Vince told him first actually."

"Right…okay, well, we should go out a celebrate." Sevina felt like she was choking on her own breath. Celebrate? He wanted to celebrate her leaving? Just when she thought Jeff couldn't cause her any more pain, he did. She bit it down and nodded slowly. "Celebrate, right. Of course." As if he had picked up on her true reaction, Jeff's voice came through with more feeling, more warmth than he had directed towards her in a long time. "I just mean, it's a great move for your career. Instead of just being Matt's manager and stuff, you get to break away from that and make a name for yourself without anyone else's help."

Sevina squeezed her eyes shut. He had no idea how wrong he was, but she couldn't tell him that. She couldn't tell him anything about what she'd be doing on SmackDown. Still, she was a little relieved that he didn't just want to celebrate because she was leaving. "Yeah, absolutely. Good point. Um…listen, I have to go. I just remembered, I have to do…something." She finished lamely, knowing there was no point making excuses with Jeff because he would be extremely eager to get off the phone with her as it was. Still, she could have sworn she heard disappointment in his voice when he said goodbye. She shrugged it off and put her phone down.

She turned her attention to her script and slowly flicked through the pages. It was the basic script for the entire storyline. She knew it would be edited as they went along, but this was the backbone of it and it would stay essentially the same. She still couldn't get her head around it, there were a lot of twists, a lot of sudden changes, revelations and one part which confused her altogether. Every other script she'd been given, had had all the names of every superstar involved, but in the middle of this one a new person entered, but there was no name. The only conclusion she could come to, was that the writer's hadn't found someone to fit the role yet. Some part of her heart hoped that maybe they'd decide to pick Matt or someone else from Raw to come and join her on SmackDown. She instinctively knew better. Her luck didn't run that way.

She threw the script onto the floor and chewed on her lip. She needed a distraction. She picked up her cell and scrolled through her contact list. She could call Shannon, but he was working today. He was back at home and she didn't want to disturb him. She considered calling John. She had developed a very good friendship with John Cena, but she figured he would be with his girlfriend and she certainly didn't want to interrupt that. She couldn't call Matt because anything she said to him would get back to Jeff and she really didn't need that right now.

How could she explain to Matt that she didn't want to go to SmackDown mainly because it meant she wouldn't see Jeff anymore. She and Jeff were still friends, but only by the weakest definition. They no longer connected or talked about anything important. If they were left alone, they didn't talk at all. They didn't touch. There was a very strict 'no touching' policy in effect between them now, where they had previously been joined at the hip. Jeff was her best friend, she still considered him that, even though she knew it was very far from the truth. She wasn't ready to let that go. She'd accepted that things couldn't go back to how they had been, she knew that they could never be what they were and never be more than they'd become, but she missed him. Despite how much it hurt, she missed being able to talk to him, touch him, monopolize his attention and never get complained at for it.

She wondered if she would always be in love with Jeff and she really hoped not because maybe, if she could not feel this way, they could find a way back, a way to make it right again. Sometimes she felt as if she were being very unfair on Shannon. They had a good relationship and she loved him in her own way, but it seemed to pale into nothing compared to how she felt about Jeff. That guilt soon stopped when she had one of her 'conversations' with Shannon. These chats had started when Shannon had guessed that something was different between Jeff and Sevina. After some pushing and coaxing, she had told him everything, the entire truth. He'd been great about it and over time they had both admitted that they doubted this relationship would turn into a love that would defy the ages, but they liked each other enough to stay together. Whether it turned into something more or not wasn't important. For now they were enjoying being together and that was okay. They were having fun and neither regretted their relationship.

Sevina smiled as she thought about her haphazard boyfriend. He never seemed to stay in one place for very long, he was so hyperactive and needed constant change to keep him happy. Sevina didn't mind, it meant that he wasn't under her feet all the time. She wasn't a demanding girlfriend. She did wonder though, how Shannon would react when he found out she was being traded. Would he come and see her as often or would he divide his time equally between herself and their friends.

This train of thought brought her mind back to the script that now lay, discarded on the floor. She stared at it as if it were a snake that was going to bite her. She had always accepted the future with open arms, but before, the future had always included Matt and Jeff Hardy, now she had to face the prospect of doing it alone without her ever present back up. Was she strong enough to do that? She really didn't feel it. She felt fragile and pathetic…and nauseous. She quickly ran to her bathroom to throw up, as the nervous overtook her. Well, if nothing else, it was going to be interesting…