That was the last anyone saw before the accident. Jeff looked up and over to his best friend lying in the bed, tubes everywhere his chest peacefully rising up before slowly deflating. It had been four weeks since the accident that caused this, four weeks since they were told the same thing Shannon heard about his dad all those years ago. Many of the boys had come and gone requesting to know if anything changes. Yet sat by his bedside his only true friend sat, watching and waiting for him to regain consciousness but while he had been there, not one person of his family had. Gregory saw this and felt terribly guilty. He made sure not to stay in the room, but instead helped Matt keep Jeff topped up with food and clothes.

Jeff couldn't take this, he loved the man, had done since he got kissed. He knew he wasn't good enough to love him, he never would be, but he had to be there as his friend, he would never give up. Suddenly he was brought out of his thoughts by a murmur from the bed; quickly he moved to sit next to Shannon, holding his hand.

'Mmm…'

'Shanny, it's ok, it's Jeffy, I'm here. We are in the hospital.'

Jeff knew from past experiences that Shannon would freak if he found out he was in hospital. Shannon hated hospitals, they reminded him of despair and death, reminded him of watching and waiting as other family members rushed through the ER. Kissing his hand Jeff waited patiently, waiting for another movement or murmur.

'…Jeffy…'

Jeff suddenly left out a sigh of relief and a smile shone across his face once more after four weeks of agonising torture waiting for his little friend, Shannon's eyes fluttered open, before his face screwed up.

'You…you, man you old.'

Jeff smiled, he didn't care, he had Shannon back, that's all that mattered to him. Wasting no time he moves hastily and lays down next to Shannon pulling him closer and curling up against him, holding him not wanting to let go in an almost possessive manner.

'What…what happened?'

'You ran across the road and got hit by a car, you didn't break anything but you hurt your head, you had blood in there. You scared me.'

'Cool.'

Jeff's eyes then furrowed, thinking he heard Shannon incorrectly.

'Shanny, you scared me, I mean we are crazy and all but…'

'Lighten up, I'm still here, you look old and plus ain't no blood on me now, so anything happen this time whilst I was out?'

'Hold on lemme go check with the doctor.'

Shannon nodded, once out of the room Jeff looked at the doctor worry filed his body he hadn't spoken like that in many years and it now had Jeff worried that something was wrong, majorly wrong.

'What is up with him?'

'I don't know but he does seem very alert and talkative. Let me talk to him, maybe get an understanding.'

Walking in, the doctor raises his eyebrows, Shannon who had been in a coma, who was under the weight limit and had not been talking much in such a while as sadness normally flowed through his body, was now sat up smiling and looking about the room in an almost child-like fashion.

'Hello, Shannon how are you feeling?'

'Good actually, um who are you?'

'I have been your doctor for the past six years Shannon.'

'Err no my doctor is Dr Maning…'

'Shannon can you tell me what date it is roughly?'

'Um…April?'

'Okay…what year?'

'Um…I dunno…four…nighty.'

The doctors eyes then grew wide.

'Shannon, It's April 2003…'

This time it was Shannon to look confused, as Jeff, Matt and Gregory walked in they all realized why Shannon was acting weird he had the mind of his fourteen year old self.

'Wait…'

A smirk had appeared on his face as everyone looked over at him cautiously.

'You mean to say I am an adult, meaning no school, no responsibilities, I can do what I want, I can go drinking and …. I get to sleep ALL day?'

His three friends could not help but laugh, this was not the Shannon they had grown to know, instead a Shannon they grew to miss.

'Well, granted the tests come back ok, you should be able to do everything you could before, but just you will have to work on getting your memory back.'

'But surely if it was good memory I would remember, which means I had a crap life, which means everyone can go fuck themselves now which means…I can sleep ALL day!'

'Shanny you don't wanna sleep all day, you have a job as do we all.'

'Where do I work Matty?'

'All four of us work in WWE…'

'That's WWF Shanny.'

Okay so Gregory wasn't his friend now, it doesn't mean he can't try to be. This could be a new start, one as to where all of them were still friends. The older two quickly came into converse with Shannon as Jeff spoke to the doctor before curling back up on the chair. If Shannon couldn't remember, he wouldn't remember kissing him. This hurt him majorly deep within.

'Jeffy what's wrong?'

'Err…nothing, the doctor said, soon as you can stand and walk you can come back with us to the WWE.'

'Really? Meaning eat wrestle and sleep?'

'Shannon enough with the sleeping there is much you can do now.'

'Hmm…nope sleep still sounds good.'

Jeff's sadness left as he let out a laugh, this was going to be weird but fun. Shannon however had taken to trying to get up, wobbly at first but managing to he smirks and within a split second was gone. Matt and Gregory looked towards the doors and shook their heads they were going to have to install a GPS on their insane friend. They both then turn to speak to Jeff but by now he too had gone, his reason however was to find Shannon.

The next day and after many a phone call and finally finding the younger two males, the four friends were sat backstage, after much convincing of Vince who agreed on the nitch that Shannon would not compete for the next few weeks until he was healed. They were talking to one another about the past few years trying to get Shannon to remember.

'Shanny look, we all managed to get somewhere in life Jeff and Matt are known as Team Extreme or the Hardy Boyz, they are with a girl called Lita who is Matt's girlfriend and their manager.'

'You date a manger… how weird!'

'Shanny she is real nice.'

'Mhm and stars fall to the sky now.'

This got everyone laughing, the other wrestlers looked on not sure of what to make of this new Shannon. Jeff sat away from the group still quite, hurting and sad. Within an instant Shannon sat by his side and hugged him.

'I'm gonna be okay I promise.'

'You promise that every time Shan.'

'I'm still here.'

Smiling Jeff nodded towards his friend and buried the thoughts away.

'Hey I got really good at my art, wanna be my project?'

'Oooo yes, yes, Shanny wants to be a project of art masterpiece.'

Grabbing Shannon's hand Jeff leads him away from everyone, into a secluded room. Once there they both sit down as Jeff begins to draw over Shannon, a smile plastered on his face. Shannon may not remember but through art it allowed Jeff to touch him and hold him like before. Shannon eagerly sat and watched as Jeff began the masterpiece.

'Shan do you remember anything else?'

'Like what?'

'Anything about us?'

'Hmmm….'

Shannon furrowed his brow trying to think, screwing up his face he wanted to remember but nothing, no memory came back. This was going to be a long and hard process. Shannon then looked down sadly.

'Sorry.'

'Can I do something, it may jog your memory.'

'Urm I, I guess.'

Smiling at this Jeff stopped drawing causing Shannon to look up from the art and into Jeff''s eyes. Who in return cupped his face gently and pulled him in kissing him lightly on the lips…