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A/N: This is the ending. Hope you had a happy birthday girrl!! :) The ending... remember, this really wasn't about Jeff... hehe. And why in the world, would I put Maria in the story, to the reviewer who asked for that? Uh... this has nothing to do with Maria and Jeff. :p Sorry... lol. Enjoy!


Matt paced backstage, waiting for his brother to be loaded into the ambulance. Why did I ever agree to this storyline? Why couldn't I have listened to my conscience and my gut? Jeff wouldn't be hurt like this and we'd be in Money in the Bank… fuck.

"Mr. Hardy?" a paramedic asked. "We're taking your brother now."

Matt struggled to nod, seeing Amy out of the corner of his eye. "Amy!" he hollered. She turned around slowly, eyes wide. At a snail's space, she came over. "Please come with me," he begged. "I don't think I can drive right now."

She looked around her. "Matt, I really don't—"

"Amy," Matt pleaded. "Please." Amy had never seen Matt like this before. He was shaking; his face was paler than the moon. Unsure how to keep her own cool, she nodded. Matt's face flushed with temporary relief and he took her arm, pulling her into the direction of the parking lot.

-

Ten minutes later, they were seated in the emergency room, where Matt was pacing in circles. Amy got dizzy watching him, but didn't speak up. Something like this had never happened to her before – sure, wrestlers got hurt – but she didn't know how to comfort Matt. He was the strong one, the male. She felt as helpless as one could.

"I shouldn't have done this match tonight. This is terrible. What if he dies, Amy? He hit his head!" Matt rambled. "I should have tried harder to catch him, I should have—"

"Matt, if you would have tried to catch him, you'd be in the bed next to him right now. You need to calm down. The doctors will work their magic and we'll walk out of here soon enough, Jeff with us." Her voice was calm, but inside she was circling in anxiety.

"He's my brother, Amy, and this is my fault… I can't just calm down!"

"Matt, sit."

"No!" he hollered, slapping at the row of magazines near her. Then, before she could say anything else, he jogged out of the hospital doors, leaving all the employees and others in the room to stare at her. With an apologetic and embarrassed smile, Amy cleaned the magazines up.

When she was finished, Amy tried for a plan. Should she go after Matt? He was an emotional wreck, but she was the only one there and she wasn't sure if he was in the right mindset. What if he threw himself into traffic or something that crazy?

"I knew I should have never agreed to Wrestlemania," she mumbled, heading toward the door.

Outside, she saw Matt crouched by a cigarette ashtray. He was shaking and Amy almost considered going back inside. Instead, she kneeled down, putting an arm on his shoulder. "Matt," she said calmly. "There is nothing you can do right now but come inside and wait with me. Please," she pleaded. "Just…"

"I can't," he snapped back.

"You can," she answered in a calm voice. "Panicking is going to get you nowhere."

"I can't do this alone."

"I know."

Slowly, his head rose and their eyes locked. Suddenly there was a current in her body, zapping at her. She broke the gaze. "I need you," he whispered.

Her body shook at the graveness in his voice. Then, she nodded. "I know," she whispered back. "And you have me. Come inside."

-

A half hour later, the two were seated in the same place, Matt constantly toying with his ponytail. Amy sighed for the fourth time in ten minutes. "Did you ever think your hairline is receding so fast because you touch it so much?" Her words weren't meant to be harsh, but his face turned twisted as they were spoken. "I mean…"

Instead, he laughed. "Thanks, Amy."

"You're welcome?" she tried with a smile. "Stop touching your hair."

"Mr. Hardy?" a voice said. Matt barreled forward and was in front of what seemed to be a doctor within seconds. "Hi," the doctor said, his voice amused as Amy came up beside the over-eager Matt.

"How is my brother?" he demanded.

The doctor smiled. "I'm Dr. Grace," he said, introducing himself. "And your brother is… well, he's awake and alert."

"He's… okay?" Matt asked in disbelief?

"I didn't say that."

Amy's face drained at those words. "What do you mean then, damn it!" Matt yelled. Amy sighed.

"He can't move anything from his waist down."

Both Amy and Matt gasped like they were in-sync with each other. "What do you mean?" Matt shouted. "Why can't he move his body? What did you do to him?!"

"Nothing, Mr. Hardy," Dr. Grace said. "We're running tests. You can see him in a few minutes."

The doctor set an apologetic smile in his aged features and walked away, leaving Matt seething. "Why can't—"

"Matt."

"He just can't—"

"Matt…"

"Why is this—?"

"MATT!"

"What?"

"It's going to be okay."

"No."

"Yes."

"No," Matt protested.

"Yes," Amy insisted. "This has happened to me before while training. It could just be from impact."

"He's paralyzed!" Matt yelled.

"You don't know that!"

"I do."

Amy sighed and walked away, toward the door. "Where are you going?" Matt demanded.

"Home… to the hotel."

"Why? You said you'd—"

"I'm sick of you yelling at me," Amy explained, stopping in her tracks.

Slowly, Matt came up to her, putting his large and firm hand on her shoulder. He brushed a piece of hair from her face, and sighed. It sent shivers up and down her spine. "I'm sorry," he admitted quietly. "I don't know how to deal with this."

Amy sighed, turning around. "Listen to me."

"I'm trying." A goofy smile formed on his face.

"Let's go see Jeff," she suggested. They walked together to where Jeff was, seeing him staring at a wall, a cold expression on his face. Matt cringed as Amy sighed. Jeff heard so and looked in their direction.

Almost immediately, Matt began to apologize about anything and everything.

"Its fine," Jeff said quietly. "It's—"

"I'm sorry," Matt said again.

Jeff just shook his head and turned to look at them. "I didn't know you were coming, Amy."

Amy smiled slightly. "Matt asked."

Silence. It grew awkward suddenly.

"Ow!" Jeff yelped then, reaching toward his leg. It had a spasm, shooting in the air. Both Matt and Amy watched in surprise. "Fuck!" Jeff continued to yell.

"Are you okay?" Amy asked eyes wide.

"It hurts," Jeff said, "There is some pain in my leg."

"They're moving though," Matt said, pointing. "You're not paralyzed!"

-

About a half hour later, the pain had become less well, painful and the doctor explained that the temporary loss in feeling had come from hitting his head on the table. Jeff would have some very bad headaches over the next few weeks, but was expected to make a full recovery. The doctors didn't have a full explanation to what happened, but as long as Jeff was fine, Matt didn't seem to care. That bothered Amy, but she didn't rebut against it.

Jeff, although, would have to stay overnight. So, Matt and Amy left only minutes after midnight, both exhausted from the full day of events. "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier," Matt said quietly once inside of his car, looking ahead. "Jeff's my brother. I love him and—"

"I understand, Matt."

"I treated you like shit, though."

"You didn't. If it would have happened to me, I would have been the same way."

Silence.

"I wouldn't have survived tonight if it wasn't for you." The sentence was so quiet, Amy barely heard it.

She looked at him with surprise in her eyes and her face. "What do you mean? I barely did anything but sit there."

"You did enough to keep me from destroying the hospital and killing myself or hurting someone."

"Barely," she said with a chuckle. "You do have self-control, Matt."

"Barely," he mocked. "I wasn't thinking tonight."

"True." A small smile lifted her face and she looked at him gently. He was still pale, but she could see the relief all over the older Hardy brother and the man she once loved.

"So, is Shane at the hotel?"

"Huh?"

"Shane; is he at the hotel?"

"No."

"Stayed home?"

"No." Matt went to reply, but she silenced him. "We broke it off about two weeks ago."

"Really?"

"Yeah," she whispered. "It wasn't working out."

"Oh…"

"Yeah." More silence. "You know, I always thought I was going to get my fairytale, but Shane really wasn't Prince Charming." Matt didn't dare look at her. Why was she telling him this? It was a personal matter… "Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"I've missed you. We barely talk anymore."

"We're both pretty busy…" Matt answered softly.

"It's no excuse."

Silence.

"I don't know how to say what I want to," she tried again. "I miss you. I guess I need you too."

Men could be so dumb. "Huh?"

"Please tell me you felt that outside tonight."

"When we were by the ashtray?" Amy nodded. His face crept into a smile. "Yeah."

"So…?"

"Are you saying…?"

"Yes."

"Amy, I don't think—"

"Matt," she pleaded.

Slowly, she took his hands off the steering wheel and made him look her in the eyes in the darkness. Those chocolate eyes burned in her. Then, she pulled him closer and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Minutes passed, the one kiss turning into a make-out session.

"I—"

"Don't speak," Amy protested.

"But…"

"Well…"

"Amy, I—"

"We always said, never say never…"

"I…"

"I need you." Deep breath. "Please tell me you need me too. Please tell me that everything tonight wasn't just nothing. We're…"

"I know." With that, he kissed her again. Another make-out session followed. And then, as Matt pulled onto the road, Matt whispered, "We talk too much."


For some reason, I couldn't stop laughing when I wrote the ending car scene. I'm weird... I don't know. Hope you all enjoyed. :)