I was packing up some wires and cords before we went to the next arena. I never expected to be aproached by a man I'd never seen before.

He had long black hair and a goatee. He wasn't passing me by, he was coming right towards me.

He looked down at me and I quickly stood up, my arms full of wires. "Hello," He said, "Can you tell me where I can find a woman named Nix?"

"I'm Nix, sir." I told him, "Can I help you?"

The man seemed really surprised. "You're Nix?" He said incredulously, "But you're just a kid!"

"There's no other girl named Nix here," I said, "So you must be looking for me. Now who are you?"

"My name is Matt Hardy," The man said, "And I've heard a lot of good things about you, miss Wrestler's Therapist, and I'm requesting your help."

My eyes widened. I'd heard stories about Matt Hardy, but I'd never actually met him. I'd heard that he was with RoH now, so why was he here with me?

"Come on, lets go somewhere private." Matt said, walking off.

I dropped the wires. They could wait.

After a little walk, I found myself in the parking lot near a car, which I assumed was Matt's. He opened the door and allowed me inside.

I slipped into the passenger seat while he got into the driver's seat and buckled up. I was starting to get really nervous, and my hand was inching for the door handle.

Matt chuckled at me and handed me a letter sighned by my Dad. I took the letter and read it.

"Dear Nix," It read, "If you're getting this letter, then that means that Matt finally found you. I'm an old friend of Matt's, and he asked me if you could help him. Don't be surprised if he thought you were an adult though. You're that kinda awesome. Matt's going to take you to where TNA is being recorded, and he'll tell you why after you say, 'quack-daddies'. Love you kiddo. Dad."

"Quack-daddies...?" I said.

Matt laughed. "You finished?" He asked, and I nodded. "Listen, I need some help with...with my brother."

That's when it dawned on me. Why else would Matt Hardy come to me for help if it wasn't about Jeff Hardy? "What's wrong?"

"Jeff won't talk to me anymore." Matt said sadly, "I don't know what I did, or what's going on. He just stopped talking to me, and I'm worried about him."

I thought about Jeff's...less than stellar criminal record. "You don't think that he's relapsing, do you?"

Matt looked over at me, glaring. "How do you know about that?"

"Dude, I'm not deaf!" I said defensively, "The whole roster was buzzing about it! And they still do! And I'm not a tech intern for nothing, I can work a computer."

Matt shook his head. "He's not relapsing, thank you very much." He said sternly.

Just then, we heard yelling. Matt pulled over and we looked out the window. Jeff Hardy was streaking naked on the side of the road, holding a giant black trash bag. Three or four police officers were chasing him, and one of them was missing his pants.

I blinked before turning back to Matt. "Wanna bet?"

"Jackass!" Matt howled, jumping out of the car and chasing after Jeff.


An hour later, Matt and I were at the local police station while they questioned Jeff. I still had no idea why I was even there. Matt was pacing back and forth grumbling under his breath, so I took the oppertunity to walk over to the corner and pull out my cellphone.

I dialed the first number in my contacts, and waited for theat person to pick up. "Hello?" A voice said after a few minutes.

"Damien, I need your help." I said bluntly, "What do you do when you're at a police station with two former WWE superstars, one of which may be an addict?"

I could hear a loud spitting sound followed by some coughing on the other end. "Nix, what the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm with a client." I said, "Matt Hardy, who asked me for help with his brother, Jeff, who hadn't been talking to him in a couple of days. We found Jeff running along the side of the road in the nude, holding a giant trash bag."

There was a silence on the other end for a moment untill Damien said, "And you're asking for my help...why?"

"Aren't you supposed to be smart?!" I snapped, "I don't want to be here! Now help me out!"

"I thought you lived for stuff like this!"

"Look, one of you current superstars winds up in juvie, I'll be there to bail you out and dress you pretty, but I barely know these two!"

A police officer came out into the room where we were waiting. "Mr Hardy," He said, "The subject requests you."

"Can the kid come too?" Matt asked, thrusting his thumb towards me.

The officer nodded and I inwardly groaned. "Damien, I gotta go."

"Alright. Just please be carefull." Damien said, "Goodbye and best wishes."

"Thanks, bye." I said before hanging up and following Matt to the back room.

When we got there, Jeff was wearing prison clothing and a towel, and the trash bag was still lodged in his hands. He looked up at his brother. "Hey Mattie." He said wearily.

"Jeffery Nero Hardy, what were you thinking?" Matt asked, "Why are you relapsing? I thought we beat this! I can't lose my little brother again!"

"Relapsing?" Jeff raised an eyebrow, "I'm not relapsing!"

Matt and I looked at him in shock. Jeff laughed at us before reaching into the trash bag, pulling out a large silver plaque.

Matt's eyes widened. "That's...our father's..."

Jeff nodded. "I finally got it back, though I literally had to give the guy the clothes off my back. I got it for you, Mattie."

Matt's eyes were shining with unshed tears. Finally, he reached down and hugged his brother tight. "Thank you Jeff." He said, "This means the world to me. But why wouldn't you talk to me."

"My phone and internet are out." Jeff said, "I've been having a little financial trouble."

"Well, I'll help you anyway I can!" Matt declared.

And as I looked on at this display of brotherly love, I couldn't help but think.

Why the hell am I here?


When Matt dropped me off at the arena, Damien, Cody, Miz, and my father were waiting for me in the parking lot. "So," Cody said, "How'd it go?"

"Jeff has to spend the rest of the day in the clink," I reported, "But other then that, everything's fine!"

"Good job Nix." My dad said happily, "I'm very proud of you."

We all went back into the arena before I had a chance to tell them that I really didn't do anything.


This chapter was written for my brother, as he requested (More like begged) for a chapter with his favorite superstar. This was probably the hardest chapter I ever had to right, as I know nothing about Matt Hardy. Oh well. And thanks for the reviews, they've been really encouraging!