Title: A Lot in Common

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I do not own Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, or Edge.

Summary: Matt Hardy's marriage is falling apart. His best friend Adam takes him to a local gay bar. There, he meets a gorgeous exotic dancer. They flirt…talk and begin to fall in love. But what'll happen when they realize that they are brothers? Oh yeah…and did I mention Orton?

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The doctor pushed her reading glasses up to her nose, sighing softly. She glanced at her clip board and then looked around at the people in the waiting room. "Jeffrey Hardy?" she called out. She watched as five men stood up, heading over to her.

"Are any of you family?" she asked. The men shook their heads, looking heart struck. She smiled, "You're friends?" she watched them nod. "Alright, I'm Dr. Stratigias. If you'd please follow me, I'll fill you in on Jeffrey's condition."

As the walked, Dr. Stratigias opened her mouth. "He was sexually assaulted."

Matt stopped walking. John Cena, who had come for Chris, held onto the blue-eyed blonde, who almost tripped at hearing the news. Adam and Jay grabbed each other's hand.

Dr. Stratigias sighed softly, "I'm terribly sorry…but the evidence is there. He was torn…and there was still semen left behind. He was stabbed by something sharp on the side, but it looked too jagged to be done by a knife. Quite possibly, it was a pair of scissors. It's a deep cut, but it isn't life-threatening. It'll scar, though. His wrists are also really red. Whoever did this to him, made sure to tie his hands together. Very tightly."

Matt swallowed hard. He glared at Adam, "You didn't tell me Randy was abusive."

Adam shook his head, "We didn't know he was," he said quietly.

Dr. Stratigias shook her head. "It wasn't Randy."

"How do you know?" Matt hissed. He watched her give him a sad smile.

"I know, because Jeff told me. It was his foster parents." She bit her lip, hearing the gasps. "I called police. They're on their way to jail."

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Dr. Stratigias pushed her blonde hair behind her ear and rapped on the patient's door. "Jeffrey?" she pushed open the door, steeping aside to let the men in.

Matt stepped up next to Jeff, gently brushing his bangs away from his pretty face. He bit his bottom lip, his left fist clenched.

Jeff's eyes fluttered open. He whined softly, seeing the all too familiar white walls. "No…"

"Jeff…"

Jeff turned his head to his left. He stared into the dark eyes of Matt. He shuddered, looking away.

"No," Matt said softly, "Look at me." He used his hand to cup Jeff's cheek, turning his face. "Talk to me, angel…how long has this been going on?"

Jeff looked around the room, staring at all the people. "No…I-I can't."

Chris licked his lips, "Jeff…? Do you want us to leave?"

Jeff nibbled on his bottom lip. "Matt'll tell you later," he whispered, "I just need him right now…" he grabbed Matt's hand, squeezing it hard.

Chris nodded, "Okay…let's go guys," he led John out, Adam and Jay following quietly.

Dr. Stratigias smiled at them, "I'll give you both some time."

She closed the door.

Jeff looked back up to Matt, biting his lower lip. "Ever since they adopted me...they've hated me."

Matt stared down at him, his eyes unblinking.

"It started when I was nine…they tricked me into going down to the basement…I was raped there twice…" Jeff nibbled on his bottom lip, tears streaking down his face, "They kept going at it…and when I was a teen they forced me to sell my body for money…I met Randy, he was a customer…and I guess he fell for me. I wasn't really convinced that I loved him, but in due time, I did fall in love with him. Things were fine at first…then, one Saturday night…Randy didn't take his pills…from then on, it's been hell."

Matt slowly cupped Jeff's cheeks. He stared into Jeff's eyes. "Does Randy abuse you?"

Jeff nodded slowly. "All the time," he whispered.

Matt gently stroked Jeff's face, "God…"

Jeff gave him a sad smile. "I'm so sorry for earlier…we shouldn't have kissed…not while you're married."

Matt smiled bitterly, "I was married to a woman who's cheated on me more times than I could count…I'm in the process of divorcing her."

Jeff licked his lips, "I'm sorry…" he looked down at their entwined hands. "You know…this is going to sound odd…but I feel like I know you…like I've been in your arms before."

Matt smiled, "Sounds like you feel what I feel…" he moved closer, his lips an inch away from Jeff's, "The question is…do you want…to feel it?"

Jeff sucked in a soft breath, "I do," he pressed his lips to Matt's, sitting up on one hand.

Matt gently wrapped his arms around the back Jeff's shoulders, kissing him softly, gently. They kissed for a while…neither wanting to end it.

A knock on the door caused them to break apart, their lips making a soft "smack" when they parted. Jeff smiled, a pretty blush on his cheeks. Matt found himself grinning back.

"Jeffrey," Dr. Stratigias said, stepping into the room, "If you want to leave, you can. You're going to need a lot of bed rest, though." She smiled sweetly.

Jeff licked his lips, looking up at Matt.

Matt smiled, "Wanna come home with me?" he asked gently.

Jeff nodded, "Please."

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Matt opened the door, checking inside. He was relieved to see all of Amy's things out. "Come in, honey," he spoke quietly, opening the door to let Jeff in.

Jeff stepped in, his eyes tracing over the incredibly lovely house. "Wow," he breathed gently. "It's gorgeous."

Matt smiled, "Thank you, doll." He eyed Jeff, watching him press a hand to his side, "Is the cut bothering you?"

"Only a little," Jeff admitted softly. "It'll pass though…I've been in worse pain."

Matt sighed, "Come on, I'll draw you a bath."

Jeff smiled, "Sounds good."

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Randy snickered as he came to their cell. "Oh, wow. Tried as child molesters, child beaters, attempted murderers, and more…you guys are sick."

Imani Harlie narrowed her eyes, "Be silent, you worm. Have you come to bail us out?"

Randy snorted, "After cutting up my little bitch, you really think Imma bail you out?
Please, bitch. Rot in hell." As he turned, Imani smirked.

"You'll end up here with us unless you get us out."

Randy raised a brow, interested, "Oh yeah? Says who?"

Howard snickered, "You're his boyfriend, and it's a bit suspicious that you weren't there at the hospital for him, hm? They'll come after you, Randy."

Randy stilled. Would they really?

"Besides, we have some information about Jeff. Seems he and his brother have re-met." Howard murmured.

Randy turned, "His brother? What brother?"

"When we adopted him, his old man came out to see us with another kid. Told us to take care of his baby boy, and the kid at his side was sobbing, staring at Jeff. Matt Hardy has come to collect what is his."

Randy's eyes widened, "Matt…Hardy? Wait," he glared, "How do I know if you're telling the truth?"

Imani chuckled, "He cried out the guys name when Howard fucked him. It was "Matt!" all over the place. For a while, we didn't get it…then we remembered the day we adopted Jeffrey. The crying eight year old with Papa Hardy was Matt Hardy."

Randy smirked, licking his lips. "And Matt is here," he confirmed, "Jeff met him only a while ago…that little slut actually flirted…with his brother."

Howard shrugged, "I doubt they remember, if they would, why would they flirt?"

Randy's eyes shined. "I'm willing to bet all my money that Jeff is with Matt right now…alright guys. I'll bail ya out…but you have to help me with a plan…a beautiful plan."

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Jeff let the robe slide off his shoulders. He looked down; tracing his fingers lightly over the scar on his side…it was ugly…

Frowning, he turned, staring at the large hot tub filled with bubbles. He smiled a bit, stepping into the large tub. He slowly sank to his knees, resting his back against the edge. He sighed, the warm water caressing his bruised skin.

He stared up at the darkly colored ceiling, biting on his lower lip.

'How do I tell Randy that I'm just not in love with him anymore?' Jeff closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself. He turned towards the door when he heard knocking.

Matt entered, smiling softly. "Is it working?" he asked gently, stepping over to the rim of the hot tub. He watched Jeff nod.

"It's wonderful," he said quietly, playing with some of the bubbles. He shot Matt a shy, sweet smile.

Matt smiled back, "Good. I left some clothes for you on the bed. If you need anything, let me know."

"I will," Jeff answered.

Matt winked, slowly turning around.

Jeff nibbled on his lower lip. "Uh, Matty…?"

"Yes, precious?" Matt asked, glancing back at him.

A light flush covered Jeff's cheeks, his eyes lowered. "Plenty of room…"

Matt blinked before chuckling. "Do you want me to join you?"

Jeff nodded, his blush getting darker.

Matt pulled his shirt off, the pants following. He'd decided to play it safe and just keep the boxers on. He slid into the warm water slowly, his back to edge. He felt Jeff move closer and he smiled, pulling the younger man into his arms.

Jeff sighed, resting his back on Matt's chest. "Thanks."

"No problem," Matt whispered, wrapping his arms around Jeff's waist from behind, kissing his shoulders.

Jeff closed his eyes, tilting his head back on Matt's shoulder.

He didn't think it was possible to feel so loved.

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Later on that night, both men in were in bed. Jeff was brushing his hair and Matt was reading a book.

Knocking on the door downstairs caused them to look at each other.

"Were you expecting someone?" Jeff asked quietly, flipping his hair behind his shoulders.

"No…" Matt stood, setting the book on the nightstand. "Wait up here."

Jeff nodded, watching him leave the room to go downstairs.

Matt turned on his porch lights, glancing out the window. He couldn't see anything…

He opened the door, looking around. His eyes narrowed, still not seeing anyone. As he turned to go back inside, he noticed a small, black box on the doorstep. Curiously, he lifted it up, taking it inside the house.

Matt set the box on the kitchen table, opening it.

Pictures, video tapes, adoption papers, and a birth certificate.

He looked at the adoption papers, reading the names.

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy…adopted by Imani and Howard Harlie at the age of eight...Bright Eyes Adoption Agency…" Matt chewed on his bottom lip, setting the papers down. It had more information on it, Jeff's weight, height, a picture of him when he was eight…

He glanced at the birth certificate, picking it up. As he read through it, his eyes widened. His stomach churned. His eyes watered.

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy…born on August 31, 1967…Cameron, North Carolina…son to Gilbert and Ruby Moore Hardy…one sibling…put up for adoption after mothers death…"

Matt shook his head. "No…it has to be a mistake…dad would have told me where to look for him…"

He looked at the video tapes sent. His stomach hurt…did he even want to see them?

Making up his mind, he went down to basement, so Jeff wouldn't hear…

He had to know if it was true.

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Uh-oh! What do the tapes contain?

How will Matt react?

Will Jeff find out??

Will Randy and the Harlie die a tragic death??

Find out soon!

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