I'm so glad you guys like this story so far. I love writing it, which is surprising actually since I normally don't love what I'm writing this much. Anyways, thanks for the reviews!
So no one is confused, the John that's mentioned is John Hennigan also known as John Morrison, and Matt is obviously Matt Hardy.
Like before I own no one in this story, World Wrestling Entertainment and Vince McMahon own everyone.
Phil groaned faintly to himself as he felt his body shifting around, swinging around without his permission. He opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurry before everything came into focus. He stared up at Luke's face, then around himself, noticing that he was being carried in Luke's arms.
"What are you doing?" asked Phil softly, his mind still trying to process what was going on. Luke glanced down at him, smiling at him.
"You fell asleep in the car, I'm just carrying you up to our room," he answered, stepping out of the elevator, tightening his grip around Phil. Phil groaned faintly again, feeling Luke's hands digging into his side.
"Put me down please Luke, I want to walk," he said turning his gaze up to Luke's. Luke shook his head, keeping his tight hold around Phil.
"We're almost there, I think you can handle being carried that long," said Luke, ignoring the annoyed look that was beginning to appear on Phil's face. Phil opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard voices coming from down the hall.
"Luke, put him down," said John as he walked over to the two men, Matt next to his side. Luke turned and looked at John and Matt, raising an eyebrow at them.
"I'm just carrying him to our room," stated Luke, turning around once more and heading down the hall again.
"Luke, he said he wants to walk, let him now," warned Matt, stepping up behind Luke once more. Luke turned, looking at the two of them then at Phil, before placing him down on his feet. Phil quickly moved himself into John's open arms, hiding his face in the man's long hair as he waited for Luke to walk away.
"He'll be staying with us tonight," stated John, looking up at Luke, a slight glare playing across his features. Luke glared at the two men before storming away, heading to his room.
"Is he gone?" whispered Phil, not wanting to move out of the protection of John's arms.
"Yeah, come on, our room is just down the hall," said John, rubbing Phil's back. Phil pulled out of his arms and nodded, walking with them back to their room. Upon entering the room, Phil walked over to the chairs at the table in the corner and curled himself up in one, resting his head down on his knees.
Matt and John exchanged confused looks before walking over to him. Matt sat on the bed, while John kneeled in front of Phil, looking up at him.
"Phil, are you okay?" asked John, resting a hand on Phil's foot since it was the closest thing he could reach.
"What? Oh I'm fine if you don't count having a tag team partner that probably wants to rape me every five seconds," he said with a dry chuckle, turning his head away from the two of them. John frowned and looked over at Matt, sighing softly before moving away from Phil, giving him the room that he needed.
John pulled Matt to the side, dragging him into the bathroom and shutting the door behind them. Matt turned and looked at John, raising an eyebrow at him.
"John, I love you man but I don't swing that way," he said teasingly, laughing at the annoyed look he earned from John.
"That's not why I pulled you in here you doofus," said John, shaking his head at Matt. "I wanted to ask how Jeff's doing. I can only imagine how he's holding up."
"He's surviving. He hardly leaves his room nowadays, and when he does he hardly speaks to anyone," said Matt with a sigh, leaning back against the counter.
"I have an idea, why don't you see if you can bring Jeff on the road as a surprise for Phil?" asked John, running a hand back through his hair as he thought. "It would do them both good."
"I'll see but I'm not sure what Vince would like, but I'll give it a shot," he answered, stepping out of the bathroom and looking over at Phil, surprised to find him gone. "Phil?"
Phil walked along the road outside of the hotel, the cool wind blowing his long hair back as he walked, his hands dug deep into his pockets. He sighed softly as he watched people walk right past him, not even recognizing him. He didn't care though; he wasn't in the mood to deal with all of those people. He walked to a nearby park and headed over to the swings, placing himself down on them and swinging back and forth slowly.
As he swung, he sang a song softly to himself, his eyes closed tightly. He sighed heavily after he finished his song and looked around, spotting a few children running around, bringing a smile to his face. He sat there for a while, watching everyone in the park as night settled in and they left, leaving him all alone.
"I knew I would find you out here," said a voice suddenly, scaring Phil. He turned his head and looked over; smiling faintly when he saw it was only John.
"How did you know I was out here?" he asked softly, kicking his feet against the dirt below him. John chuckled softly and walked over to him, taking a seat on the swing next to him.
"I know you," he answered simply, turning his gaze to the stars above them. Phil looked over at him, staring at him silently before looking up at the stars as well.
The two of them sat out there for a few hours a cold wind made them head back to the warmth of the hotel. John unlocked the door once they were back, and Phil ducked in quickly, earning a confused look from John. John looked around the hallway curiously, before his gaze fell on Luke as he stood at the end of the hotel. He glared at the larger man before stepping into his room, locking the door behind him.
"Hey Phil, you okay?" asked Matt, watching as Phil flew into the room and into his arms as he sat on the bed.
"Luke is really starting to scare me," he answered softly, resting his head on Matt's shoulder, sighing softly.
"We'll keep him away, right John?" said Matt, looking over at John. John nodded his head before turning and heading into the bathroom. Matt looked down at Phil once more; running a hand slowly through Phil's hair as he tried to calm the man.
"Matt, does he miss me?" Phil asked softly after a few minutes, turning his gaze up to Matt's. Matt smiled faintly, nodding his head.
"Yeah, he does," he answered, looking up when John walked into the room, then back to Phil, chuckling when the other man started yawning. "Come on, you need to get some rest," he said, climbing off the bed and pulling Phil with him. Phil groaned softly but let him, turning to the two beds.
"Where am I sleeping?" questioned Phil suddenly, looking at the two beds then at the two men, raising an eyebrow.
"You can share my bed; Matt's violent during the night. We don't need him giving you a black eye before the next taping," said John, sticking his tongue out at Matt when he got a glare from him.
"Works for me," yawned Phil as he climbed into the bed, snuggling himself down under the covers, falling asleep shortly after.
"Oh John, I spoke to Vince while you were out, he said Jeff can visit for a week but he can't be around the tapings," whispered Matt, keeping his voice down so he wouldn't wake Phil.
"Great, so tomorrow starts plan 'Get them back together'" stated John, nodding his head as he walked over to his bed, climbing underneath the covers. Matt chuckled softly at the name before climbing into his own bed and turning out the light, eager for the next day when he could try and fix the broken men.
