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Chapter 10- No More Words

Artist: Endeverafter

Jeff slowly opened his eyes when sunlight hit them, and he groaned quietly when he tried to move and his cramped muscles protested to the action. By default, Randy got the only bed in the hotel room for the rest of the night, so everyone else had to find another spot to sleep. Since he was the oldest, they let Mark have the couch, Adam had passed out curled up on a chair, and Jeff found himself sitting on the floor leaning back against the wall with his head resting on Matt's shoulder. It was a very uncomfortable sleeping position. He was getting too old for this.

Hearing his brother stir, Matt opened his eyes and sleepily turned to look at him while he yawned. "Hey," he whispered, seeing that Adam and Mark were still asleep. He didn't want to wake them.

"Hey," Jeff replied just as quietly with a small smile, but it was replaced with a wince when he tried to straighten up more.

"Sore, old man?" Matt teased as he laughed a little.

Jeff gave him the middle finger, which only made Matt laugh more.

When both Hardys were up and moving around, Matt went to the small bathroom in their room while Jeff got some water from the bubbler. He watched Adam and Mark sleep for a few minutes while sipping on the cool liquid, and when Matt still didn't come out, he sighed and left the hotel room, walking down the four flights of stairs to the main floor. From there, he went outside and stood on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, taking another drink as he silently watched the sun continue to rise. This was calming to him, which was something he needed after last night…

"What are you doing out here, Jeffro?"

Jeff slowly turned to look over his shoulder, watching as Matt approached him. "Just trying to get away from everything," he answered quietly as he looked back at the sunrise. "It's relaxing out here…"

Matt sighed heavily as he placed his arm around his brother's shoulders. He couldn't help but notice how sleep-deprived he looked. "I'm really sorry about last night," he muttered. "But that whole building was abandoned. I mean, you saw the notice yourself. The place is set for implosion at the end of the week since it's a safety hazard."

"I know. I saw it." Jeff looked back at Matt, an unreadable expression on his face. "I just don't know where else she would be. I mean, when I went there yesterday, Brittany lived there, Matt."

"Are you sure that's the right apartment building?" Matt asked cautiously.

"Yes, I'm sure of it!" Jeff answered heatedly as he crushed the plastic cup in his hand and caused water to go everywhere. "Brittany is still there somewhere with Beth, Matt, and I'm going to prove it!"

Beth slowly opened her eyes, whimpering quietly when she tried to lift her head. Her neck was very sore from sitting in a chair tied up for the entire night, but the sound of her pain was muffled due to the gag that was still in her mouth. Once she was able to sit completely straight, Beth looked around her and saw that she was in a different room than before she had dozed off. There was only one small window on the wall across from her and no door, and there were no pictures of Jeff surrounding her. In a way, she missed that. In a way, it reminded her of the man she loved most, and she wouldn't mind dying if those pictures were the last things she ever saw.

Then, Beth gasped when a large, square-shaped door on the floor lifted up and Brittany climbed through. She realized she must have been in the attic or something if the only way to enter the room was through the floor. Brittany smiled when she saw that Beth was awake, and she merrily approached her.

"Did you sleep well in your new room last night?" she asked cheerfully.

Beth glared daggers back at her, and even though she was still gagged, her eyes got the message across crystal clear. What do you think, you little bitch? I'm tied to a chair and have no idea where I am!

But Brittany seemed to be unfazed by her dark look. "I have some interesting news for you," she said lightly as she knelt in front of her. "Your precious Jeffro came with his brother and Edge to try to find you last night. Of course, they didn't find you in our apartment since we had already moved up here. But it's sweet, really, how devoted he is to you. It's obvious."

Though she tried to say something in return, it only came out as incoherent mumblings. Beth inwardly sighed with frustration. She was very worried about Jeff, Matt, and Adam, especially since they had been there. What had Brittany done to them?

"Shh, it's okay, Beth," Brittany told her, touching her cheek lightly until Beth turned her face away from her thin, ice-cold fingers. "They weren't harmed. The only problem is now they believe that you're not here since they think the building's abandoned. I don't want to call Jeff again since it would get too repetitive. That's where I need your help, Beth."

Beth looked back at her angrily while Brittany lowered the gag from her mouth. "I'm not going to do anything for you, you bitch!" she snapped.

Anger flared in Brittany's eyes, but as soon as it was there, it was gone. "You know," she began calmly. "My father really got to your friend Randy last night. He'll be sore for a while." She paused, delighted when she saw Beth's expression change from anger to fear. "But if you refuse to help me now, someone else will get hurt… or worse. How would it feel to have a… dead Matt Hardy on your conscience when he's your lover's brother?"

Dread blossomed in Beth's heart when she heard the question. Not only was Matt Jeff's brother, he was her brother too. She couldn't stand to lose him… She sighed, tears forming in her eyes when she realized she had no other choice. She couldn't take that chance with Matt.

So, it was with a heavy heart that Beth hung her head and muttered, "Okay, Brittany. What do you want me to do?"

It took about another hour for the rest of the group to wake up. When Jeff and Matt got back up to the hotel room, they saw that Mark was sitting up and reading that day's paper. It wasn't very long, but he showed them that there was a small article about Beth's disappearance on the front page.

Randy was up next, stretching as he left the bedroom. He looked better than he had during the night, but the bruises on his head were still there and he had a few small red dots on his face and hands, but most of them had already worn away. He also said that he had a headache, so Matt gave him some Ibuprofen while Mark and Jeff started up the coffee maker. Adam woke up a little while later, probably because of the strong smell, and once the five men were all up and done with their coffee and had taken turns changing in the other room, they decided to go somewhere else for lunch since none of them were really fond of hotel food. Choosing to all take the Hardys' rental car, Matt climbed in behind the wheel while everyone else piled in and took off to find a place to eat.

"We have so many people sending us messages on Twitter, Man," Jeff muttered from the passenger seat as he checked the social networking site from his phone. "They're all worried about Beth and about how I'm handling it."

"My Myspace is probably jam-packed too," Matt replied with a sigh. "All right, Jeffro, just post something along the lines of we appreciate their concern but we are not able to answer any questions at the current time because we don't know anything. No doubt Brittany's tracking you through that too."

"Okay, but I'll do that in a simpler way," Jeff told him, beginning to type in his post. "I only have so many characters to work with, you know."

"That's one of the reasons I'm not on all of those networking sites," Randy said from the back.

"Well, unlike you, we like to interact with our fans," Matt countered with a laugh. "We like them."

Randy smiled. "I like my fans," he defended himself.

"Oh, you mean the few you have left, Mr. Legend Killer?" Adam teased from next to him.

"Hey, I wouldn't talk. Besides, I have more than you think I do."

Adam looked like he was going to retaliate, but before he could, someone's cell phone went off.

"Sorry, it's Samantha," Randy told them as he pulled out his phone and flipped it open. "Hello? No, everything's fine. We're still working on trying to find Beth…"

Matt glanced in the rear-view mirror as Randy continued talking to his wife. She must have been really worried about him, and he couldn't blame her. What Randy was helping them with was dangerous, that much was proven when he had gotten attacked last night. No one associated with Jeff was safe. It was at that moment that he felt guilty for putting Samantha through this worry when in reality she shouldn't have had to since Randy didn't have to help them. This was his and Jeff's problem, and he promised himself that he would return her husband home to her safely.

Then, Randy's expression turned to one of surprise, but it was a good surprised. "Is she awake?" he asked. "Yes, of course. Put her on." There was a slight pause before a big smile appeared on his face. "Hey, Baby. Are you taking good care of Mommy?"

A smile appeared on Matt's face also when he heard Randy talking to Alanna, his young daughter. Randy made an excellent father. There was no one he loved more than his little girl. Then, Matt inwardly sighed. He had hopes himself of one day starting a family of his own, but it was hard with a wrestling schedule since he was on the road so much. He hadn't found the right woman yet anyway. He glanced at Jeff, still leaning back in the seat next to him as he looked at all of their Twitter messages from concerned fans. He was the luckier of the two of them, he realized. Though he had great friends that he loved dearly, Jeff had found his soul mate- the one woman he was meant to spend the rest of his life with. It was something he wanted too, but he knew he would patiently wait for.

Then, Matt couldn't help but laugh a little to himself. He had always thought that Jeff and Beth would make wonderful parents, especially seeing how they were with some of their friends' children, but they were still undecided about having their own. It was ironic, really, how Jeff had the opportunity to be a father when he wasn't sure about having children while he would have loved to start a family and he couldn't at that time. But, his family was his brother and Beth, and he couldn't have been happier. That thought made him even more determined to make sure that they got their little girl back safely.

"I love you too, Baby. Bye, bye." Randy finished his conversation with his daughter and flipped his phone closed before putting it back in his pocket. The serenity and joy of talking to her still lingered on his face.

"Is she talking already?" Adam asked curiously.

"Somewhat," Randy answered with a smile. "There are a couple things she can say, but it's still hard to understand her. She's trying hard, though. She's quite a talker." He laughed a little. "She actually just tried to say, 'I love you, Daddy.' That's something new."

Adam smiled broadly, as did everyone else in the car, as Matt decided to stop at Subway for lunch. It was quick and easy, and they could still try to think of a solution for this Beth situation. He also knew they would have to find one fast.

After the five men ordered their sandwiches, they found a table near the back of the restaurant so they could talk in private. But that didn't even do much good since people were still approaching them and either asking for autographs or questions about Beth. Jeff often stayed quiet, though he did sign a few napkins, and Matt did a lot of talking for the group. The younger Hardy's silence was unnerving to his friends and especially his brother, but they also knew better than to push him if he didn't want to talk.

When he was done eating, Jeff got up and threw his trash away before leaving the restaurant- all without saying a word. Since he was already finished, Mark got up and also threw his trash away before following him. Matt sighed, beginning to eat a little faster. His brother's mood had finally been starting to improve, but since their discovery of the abandoned apartment, he was once again taking a negative turn. This greatly concerned him, and he hoped that he would be all right. Jeff had always talked to him when something was wrong, but now, it seemed like he wasn't even his brother at all. He was almost an empty shell, his spirit gone ever since Beth had been taken. It worried him.

Mark left the restaurant, looking around anxiously for the younger Hardy. After a moment, he found Jeff sitting on a bench in a small but nice flower garden near the building, staring blankly at the memorial that the planted flowers surrounded. He sighed, slowly walking on the gravel path that led to the garden over to the bench.

When he approached, Jeff slowly looked up at him. "Let me guess. What happened to 'immune to fear,' right?" he asked quietly with small smile.

"Not exactly what I was going to say," Mark answered as he sat down next to him. "What's bothering you, Kid? You were ready to face this last night, but now, you're not even speaking to us. What's on your mind?"

Jeff sighed as he leaned forward so his arms were resting on his knees, not able to meet The Undertaker's gaze. "Beth's still in that apartment building somewhere, I know she is," he muttered. "It makes sense since Brittany wants me to find her. She wouldn't just leave and go to a place that I don't know. It doesn't make any sense. But Matt and Adam don't believe me. I feel like I'm alone in this, Mark…"

"You're not alone, Kid," Mark tried to reassure him. "It just… seems unlikely that she would still be there. With that implosion notice…"

"You agree with Matt." It wasn't a question- it was a statement. Hurt was also noticeable in the younger man's tone.

Mark sighed, not knowing what to say. He knew that there was a slim chance that Beth was still in that apartment building since Matt had told him that it had been completely abandoned and set for implosion, but he also didn't want to betray Jeff's trust so he felt even worse. He didn't want him to do something crazy on his own if he felt like no one was with him.

But before he could figure out what to say, they both looked up when they heard hurried footsteps, and they watched as Adam and Randy quickly approached them. "What's going on?" Mark wondered as he got to his feet, Jeff doing the same next to him.

"This news truck just showed up wanting to talk to Jeff," Adam explained quickly. "They want his story on how he's feeling about this whole thing and if he knows anything or whatever. But, we didn't think that would be the best idea with that psycho bitch keeping tabs on him, so Matt's distracting them and basically saying that we don't know anything and Jeff isn't available for comment."

"He's being interviewed on the sidewalk at the other end of the parking lot, and we're basically supposed to sneak Jeff to the car so we can get him out of here," Randy added. "We'll drive to that gas station we passed around the corner, and Matt will meet us there once he's done."

"Good thinking," Mark said. Then, he turned to look at Jeff behind him. "Are you ready to go?"

Jeff nodded in silent answer, and Mark looked at him with concern. Was he already feeling that he no longer supported him? He wasn't sure, but he didn't have much time to dwell on it since Randy and Adam were already heading to the small parking lot. He went with them, and Jeff slowly followed after.

When they reached their rental car, they were surprised to see the large group of people that had gathered around Matt and the reporter for his interview, even blocking the entrance of the parking lot. "This could be tricky," Adam muttered as he nervously eyed all of the people. "How are we going to get Jeff out of here without him being seen?"

"Well, I can drive since Matt gave me the keys," Randy said. "Adam, you or Mark could sit in the passenger seat, and Jeff could duck down in the back."

Adam nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe Mark should sit up front with you," he suggested. "He looks more intimidating than I do."

"Good point. Okay, so that's what we'll do then."

Jeff sighed and turned to watch his brother talk to the woman who was interviewing him, tuning out the rest of his friends' discussion about seating arrangements. This was getting ridiculous. Everything they were doing now was just proving that they were afraid of Brittany. Of course, he was scared as hell about Beth's safety, but this seemed to be overboard. If they were so scared, he knew he was going to save Beth anyway, even if he had to do so on his own.

Then, something caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and Jeff watched as a black car pulled to a stop across the street. He recognized that car immediately. It was the same one that had hit them the day before in the other hotel parking lot. And though he couldn't see the driver, he could see who was sitting in the passenger seat, and it made his heart throb painfully.

It was Beth.

She looked at him sadly, placing her hand on the window longingly. Jeff glanced behind him, seeing that his three friends didn't notice, and turned back to Beth. He was sure she could see the longing on his face as he reached his hand out toward the car since he saw tears form in her eyes as she placed her other hand on the window too, seeming like she was trying to get to him. It was crushing.

Then, he saw reluctance appear on Beth's face as she began to mouth something to him. It must have been something she didn't want to say, but she was being forced to anyway. Jeff squinted a little, watching her lips carefully to try to see what she was telling him. It took him a minute, but he was finally able to make out the word.

Apartment.

So, he was right. Beth was still in that apartment somewhere. He had a feeling that she was, but this just proved it. And now that he knew for sure that's where she was, Jeff was more determined than ever to go there and get her out, even if he had to do it alone.

Seeing that he had understood what she had been trying to get across, the sorrow returned to Beth's face as a single tear fell from her eye. She mouthed another small phrase, one she knew Jeff would recognize immediately.

I love you.

Jeff sighed when he saw this, his own gaze saddening as he mouthed those three words back to her and blew her a kiss. It was pure torture to see the woman he loved most in the world only a short distance away, and he couldn't go to her. His longing to rush over to her and pull her into his arms, to hold her, to protect her was so strong it was painful. His only consolation at that moment was he knew he would be seeing her soon since he knew where she was.

But then, Jeff's eyes widened with horror when he saw the darkened back window of the car roll down and the barrel of a shotgun barely stuck out so it wasn't visible. He followed its intended path nervously, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw who it was directed at.

"Matt!"

Mark quickly looked over his shoulder at where Jeff had been standing at the sound of his strangled cry, alarmed to see that he was now running as fast as he could toward the crowd that had gathered near the street where Matt was being interviewed. The idea had been to keep him away from the people. "Jeff, what are you doing?" he called after him.

But the Dead Man's question went unanswered since his mind was only set on reaching Matt in time. All Jeff cared about at that moment was his brother.

Matt stopped whatever he was saying to the reporter and looked up, his face darkening with confusion when he saw an anxious Jeff approaching him. "Jeffro, what-!"

But he never got the chance to finish his thought.

Everything happened so fast, it only took about three seconds- a familiar span of time for the older Hardy. But time seemed to move much slower for Matt as his eyes widened with fear when he watched Jeff leap at him. There was a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot just as his baby brother tackled him. Both Hardys crashed to the ground as time once again sped back up to its normal pace.

There was a moment of stunned silence.

And then all Hell broke loose.

Author's Note: Now that I want Subway, sorry about that nasty cliffie, lol. What's going to happen next now that Jeff knows where Beth is? You'll have to find out! Thanks for reading. Your reviews are much appreciated!