He sighed again, as he fixed his jeans and laid his head back against the head rest. It had felt like an endless trip to the next city, which had really only been 3 hours. It didn't matter to him; sometimes life on the road really got to him. It didn't challenge his mind like it needed to. It was too bland and not thrilling in the least. But still, here he sat in a rental car with his brother at the wheel riding to somewhere in Virginia.

"Well be there in about 5 minutes, bro. Just sit tight." Matt replied from the driver's seat. He chuckled as he watched his brother fidget in his seat.

He could see the large coliseum up the road, but the amount of traffic that day keep what would be a 30 second drive to a 5 minute wait in traffic before they would move an inch and the light would turn red once more. 20 more minutes, he thought to himself.

"This is crazy!" Jeff said, pounding his fist against the dash. "Matt, the damn building is right there!"

"Jeff, I know, but there is nothing I can do about it. Do you see any way for me to move this car?" Matt asked.

"I know, but they should make the street bigger or something. Jesus!"

"Jeff, take a chill pill or something, please. You're not helping any!"

The fact was, that's what he had planned on doing as soon as he got to the arena; pop another few pills to get him through the evening before heading back to the lonely hotel room for the night. That's all he needed. He was sure that was the cause of his anger issues these days. He just didn't care to get off the substance at this point. It had gotten worse over the past few months, but he was grateful one of his random urine test hadn't came up from the WWE.

"Finally! There are we happy now?" Matt asked, as the car moved through the intersection and towards the building.

Jeff unbuckled his beat, not being able to be contained anymore. He sat up eagerly, waiting for Matt to stop the car and cut the engine so they could get their belongings from the back and get inside.

"Thank God. I have to piss!" Jeff said, as he hopped from the car and headed towards the trunk to retrieve his goods.

"Well, it's a good thing little brother. It looks like the lab truck sitting right there. Wonder whose name are on the list this time?" Matt asked, as he opened the trunk.

Jeff looked at the white truck sitting beside the back entrance of the building. He felt his pulse quicken slightly as the sweat formed on his brow. He knew if his name was on the list, there was no way he would piss clean for them. Not today. He grabbed his back and hopped that as they made there way towards the door, the man didn't hand him his papers to be tested.

Sure enough, as they got to the door, the technician stopped both brothers and handed them papers with a smile on his face. Jeff winced slightly before sneering at the man. He wished he could wipe the smile off his face. Permanently for that matter.

"Well, let's go take that piss Jeff!" Matt said, laughing, as he threw his arm around his shoulder and lead the way into the building.

Jeff groaned as he saw the set up in the back for the testing. He saw a few other wrestlers in line waiting their turn. He groaned louder when he realized he would have to yet again do his favorite thing in the world. Wait.

"At least this line is moving faster than traffic was." Matt said, laughing again.

Jeff smiled, as he moved closer to the white curtain. He dreaded this moment, but he knew once he got this over with and the stick turned that sickening color red, he would be handed his 60-day suspension papers and he would be back out the door. He was sure the boss wasn't too far from here. He never was when testing was taken place. In fact, Vince McMahon usually got tested himself. Jeff always thought it was to set an example for the rest of the company but he was sure it was to rub it into the faces of those who failed. He could almost hear the sinister voice of his boss as he thought about it.

A lump formed in his throat and he almost turned around before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and realized he would be next. He tried swallowing the lump that was growing bigger and bigger, but to no avail. He had to get this done and over with. Besides, a vacation wasn't exactly that bad a thing. No pay was, but a vacation might be just what he needed.

"Go ahead, sir." the man ushered, as he nodded his head.

He made his way through the curtain and smiled weakly when he say Vince standing on the other side. Vince smiled back and handed him a cup and pointed towards another set of curtains. He dropped his head and walked through them knowing in a matter of minutes he would back on the road heading home.

"You can set your belongings right there Mr. Hardy. This will only take a minute." the doctor stated, as he placed rubber gloves on.

Jeff dropped his pants and did his business silently before handing the cup to the doctor. He gathered himself as he watched the medical stick being placed inside the cup. He closed his eyes as the doctor yelled for Vince.

He knew what was going to happen next. He had been through it before. He knew this procedure all too well, it seemed. A handful of others knew the same feeling, but it didn't take the feeling of embarrassment away.

"Jeff, you want to tell me why this stick here is red?" Vince asked him.

"Well, I'm sure you already know the answer to that sir, so no, I wouldn't." Jeff replied, as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Alright than son. Follow me and we'll get the papers started and send you on your way. You know it's for 60 days this time, right?" Vince asked, as he exited the tent and made his way to a table set up just a few feet away.

"Yeah, I understand." Jeff managed to say, as he watched the papers being signed.

"I need your signature right here then." Vince said, as he gave a look of disappoint to the younger man.

Jeff did as he was told before handing the pen and papers back. He waited for his copy as he looked around, praying that no one, especially, Matt didn't see what was going on. He was sure everyone would know what was taking place.

"Your suspension starts today. We'll call you when we have the schedule worked out for you to come back. I wish things were different, Jeff, but, frankly, they aren't." Vince said, frowning.

"Thank you sir." Jeff said, collecting the papers and turning around.

"Jeff..." Vince called after him. Jeff turned and stared at the older gentleman. "Please don't let this happen again. I don't want to fire you but my hands are tied if it comes back negative again."

Jeff merely shook his head before making his way towards the exit. He knew the next time he would be fired. There was nothing no one could do about that. Well, there was one person, but at this point, there was no telling what would happen. That person could change everything, but it might not be the right time. It might be to soon, but too late for him to save his job.

That person was Jeff Hardy.