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Mark had been gone for what he assumed had been a week and Jeff was thankful for the time left alone. These past few, fuck he didn't even know how long he was down here, whatever it was felt like hell itself. Probably worse than hell actually. He had been raped numerous times and his spirit broken. The first couple of times he kept thinking, praying that Phil would come to his rescue any moment but after the 10th time, the only thing he wished to come to him was death. Before he left, Mark had chained Jeff by the ankle to the main column in the center of the basement so he could move around, cook himself some food and do whatever else he wanted, except be free. Even though Jeff had those liberties, he just laid on the bed. He didn't want to do anything else. He just laid there and wondered why Phil or Matt or anyone hadn't come to his rescue yet. He was starting to think that this would be how the rest of his life was going to be spent. Sighing to himself, Jeff closed his eyes and tried to think of something better than his situation, like being in Phil's arms after they made love and staring at his serene face. Sure they had only had sex once but that one time had been replaying itself inside his mind every time he was being abused. It's what got him through. The thought of being in his lover's arms again, seeing his beautiful face again, is what kept him from killing himself. Which would actually be pretty easy, especially with this what seemed like mile long chain attached to him. There were plenty of ways he could off himself with that, but he didn't, he couldn't. Not when there was still some glimmer of hope that he could get out of this. Sighing softly to himself, Jeff closed his eyes. Sleep was his only friend right now, it allowed him to forget about everything that was happening and let him pretend he was with the one person he wanted at the moment. But just as he was starting to fall asleep a loud clambering sound woke him up. Fear overtook him, thinking that maybe it was Mark deciding not to go to work but then he remembered that he used to have a housekeeper. Could it have been her upstairs? Jeff knew yelling would do no good because the basement was soundproofed but maybe she would come down. A bit hopeful? Yes. But he needed to believe in something. Wait a minute, if the basement was soundproofed then how did he hear the noise coming from upstairs? Mark had lied. He lied about it because he knew Jeff would believe it and therefore not try anything. Quickly getting to his feet, Jeff called out to whoever was up there.

"Hello?!" He yelled as loud as his voice would let him.

"Is anyone up there? Please… help me." Whoever it was had heard him because footsteps were coming closer and he heard the door handle to the basement jiggle. Of course it would be locked. That didn't stop whoever was trying to get in though. Jeff heard a few bangs on the door then suddenly it flew open. He got as close as he possibly could but still couldn't see who came to his rescue.

"Jeff?" A voice called out, a familiar voice at that. His heart leapt with joy as Phil's face came into view. The slightly younger male ran up to him, embracing Jeff instantly.

"I thought I'd never see you again. Please don't let this be a dream." Jeff sobbed onto his boyfriend's shoulder. Punk's hand was caressing his back, trying to soothe him.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here, I got you." Jeff still wasn't convinced that this wasn't a dream but if it was he didn't care. He was being held by his real lover, he could smell him, feel him. It was the most real dream he had had since he'd been down here and he didn't want to let it go.

"Please don't let me wake up." He felt his head being lifted up and he gazed into the olive greens of his boyfriend.

"Jeff you aren't dreaming. This is real, I'm real." Soft lips were upon his chapped ones and instantly he pulled back as of someone slapped him. He didn't want Phil to see him like this. He was broken, used and… dirty. When he tried to step out of his boyfriend's arms, Punk would have none of it. He only pulled him closer.

"I know what you're thinking, stop it. I know it wasn't your fault Jeff and I will never see you any differently." Sure he felt that way now but that could change.

"Punk! Did you find-" Jeff heard his brother's voice and almost lost it again. Tears welled up in his eyes and as much as he wanted to run up and hug Matt, he stayed where he was. Hiding his body behind Phil's. He was still naked after all. Mark hadn't left him with any clothes. Matt withdrew something from his bag though and tossed it at the younger Hardy. It was a pair of sweatpants.

"We figured you wouldn't have any clothes. Now put them on so I can give you a hug." Jeff did as he was told, hiding behind Phil until he dressed then he flung himself into his brothers waiting arms.

"It's good to see you too, bro" Matt chuckled, holding onto Jeff like he never wanted to let go.

"How did you find me?" Jeff asked as he pulled back. He felt arms wrap around him from behind and instantly tensed up.

"It's okay." Phil whispered against his neck. Jeff relaxed against his body and let his boyfriend's strong arms comfort him.

"We threatened Kane. Technically Vince threatened him. We knew Glenn would know where he lived and we figured it was the only place he could have you. Phil convinced Vince that it was the best decision though. That it was paramount to your safety and he was correct apparently. Jeff, what has he done to you?" Jeff knew what his brother meant. He had lost probably 10-15 pounds since he had been here, depression making him not want to eat. Plus the long nights awake had taken a toll on him. He knew he had dark bags under his eyes. In fact he just looked rough. His hair hadn't been dyed in what felt like forever, his usually weirdly styled beard was just a mass of scruff and his eyes lost their brightness.

"Can we just go home?" Jeff asked, his voice soft. Phil nodded on his shoulder, taking his hand as Matt led them out of the dreadful house and to the car. He was finally going home.

Punk couldn't believe it. He had figured that even though his job was on the line, Glenn would never betray his friend and on screen brother. Apparently he was wrong and he had never been so happy to be so. Jeff was leaning up against him in the backseat of the SUV, sleeping. It was probably the first time in a while he had actually felt safe enough to sleep. It broke Punk's heart to even think about what happened to his beautiful boyfriend. He couldn't even imagine the pain and suffering he must have endured. He was stronger than Punk would have been in that situation. Stroking the blonde locks that were now a little long, more shoulder length, he wanted to cry when Jeff sleepily cowered away from the touch. Had the fucking bastard used Jeff while he was sleeping too?! He clenched his jaw in anger as he also noticed all the bruises and marks upon Jeff's naked torso.

"You look like you're about to have an aneurysm." Matt said from the driver's seat., looking back into the rearview mirror.

"I would give anything to be left alone with that fucker for an hour. I would fucking kill him." And he would. Punk wouldn't think twice about killing the man that had hurt his Jeff.

"And what would that accomplish? You'd probably end up in jail and then Jeff would be just as alone." Matt was right of course, which annoyed Punk. Why did he have to be right? It wasn't long before they got to the airport and Punk had to wake Jeff up. That was easier said than done though.

"Come on, baby get up. We're gonna go home." At the last word Jeff mumbled something but sat upright. Just as his boyfriend was about to get out of the car, Phil grabbed his arm lightly to stop him. Taking off his jacket, he handed it to Jeff who only looked down at his body before taking it and putting it on. They had travelled pretty light, both Matt and Punk having one back pack so they were allowed through security quickly. Only having a minor hiccup when they wanted Jeff to take off the hoodie. After Jeff almost had a breakdown, they ended up just deciding he could keep it on. Punk could tell Jeff was sort of nervous about the whole thing. He kept looking over his shoulder as if he thought Mark would come out of nowhere. The fear in him just never left. As they sat down at the gate waiting to board the plane, Punk noticed Jeff starting to fall asleep again. Matt looked like he was going to wake him back up when Punk stopped him.

"Just let him sleep." He probably hadn't slept well the whole time he was….gone. He deserved to sleep. It was about 15 to 20 more minutes before they were allowed to board the plane and Jeff was still out of it. Not that Punk expected any less, but even as they were trying to wake him he still wouldn't budge. Sighing in defeat, Phil wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and another at the bend in his knees then dead weight and all, he lifted him. As they approached the boarding station the woman eyeballed their situation in what could only be described as bewilderment before scanning their ticket.

"It seems you have been upgraded to first class, row B for you two and row C for you sir. Enjoy your flight." Punk was about to ask how but Matt just urged him forward and onto the plane. It wasn't hard to find where they were supposed to go and it was much easier to get him and a sleeping Jeff through the wide aisle than he guess it would have been in coach. When he settled Jeff into the window seat, Phil took the seat beside him with Matt right across the aisle from him.

"I think she had us mistaken." Matt shook his head then explained further for a confused Punk.

"I had called Hunter from the payphone by the bathroom when I went, to let him know we found Jeff. He asked how we were getting back and he told Vince. The boss man said he wanted us to be comfortable so he called and got us moved up I guess." Well that was nice of him, and here Punk thought he was an ass, at least that's how he was portrayed on television. Shrugging, Punk settled himself deeper into his seat. This was going to be a long flight.

Jeff awoke to something jostling him, not only jostling him but shaking the living hell out of him. His mind only went to one thing. It was Mark trying to wake him up for sex again. His heart raced in trepidation and he jolted awake with a small scream. Immediately he was comforted by a gentle hand on his arm. Focusing his eyes he noticed he was on an… airplane? When the hell did he get on a plane? Looking around some more he noticed Punk next to him. So that meant he was okay, he was with someone he loved. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself and sat back in his seat.

"You okay?" He heard the voice he had only heard in dreams lately come from beside him. He smiled and nodded his head. Of course he was okay, he was finally safe. Wait, he smiled! For the first time in a long time he actually smiled. He didn't fake it or force it, it was a 100% genuine smile. Jeff hadn't realized he was still smiling until Punk said something.

"Thank you for not giving up, both of you." He directed towards his lover and brother.

"Jeff we would never have given up looking for you." Matt said sincerely. And he knew that, truly he did but there were times when he was in that house of horrors when he secretly thought that they had given up. Of course that was a silly thought. He should have known better than to believe that. Especially Matt, he was stubborn as all get out. Phil surprised him however. He didn't think he meant that much to the man he had only known for such a short while. Leaning his head on said man's shoulder, Jeff looked up at him. Instantly he met those beautiful olive greens and in that moment he realized something. There was something he had never admitted out loud, at least not to Punk and now was the time. At least it felt like the time.

"Phil, I…" Dammit he couldn't.

"Just… thanks." Mentally yelling at himself he watched Punk smirk. That sexy smirk he loved so much. See he could admit it to himself so why was it so hard for him to tell Phil how he felt? Rolling his eyes, he just settled into Phil's side where he stayed for the rest of the flight.

XXXXX

Jeff opened the door to his house and was greeted not by the disaster he thought would be there but by a clean house. A house holding no trace of him ever being taken.

"I thought it'd be better for you to come home to a clean house." Phil's voice came from behind him and when Jeff turned around he was leaning up against the doorframe. The 'Rainbow Haired Warrior' only smiled lightly at the gesture as he continued his way through his house. Even though he had slept the whole way back on the plane he still found himself to be tired.

"I think I'm just going to sleep for a bit." He said quietly and without waiting for an answer he went back into his bedroom took off Phil's hoodie he had been wearing and fell onto his bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Punk watched as Jeff made his way to the back of the trailer to the master bedroom. He still looked a bit sluggish and definitely battered. He completely understood that his boyfriend needed to rest but this much sleep couldn't be good for anyone. Shaking his head he plopped down onto the sofa and flipped on the television, hoping to find something worthwhile on. After flipping through numerous channels however, he found nothing. All of a sudden he found himself getting sleepy as well, so he turned off the TV and made his way to the bedroom he had been sleeping alone in these past horrible weeks. When he opened the door, Jeff was sprawled out on one side of the bed, hogging the covers but with one leg peeking out. Smiling, Punk climbed into the bed next to his lover and tried wrapping his arm around the slightly older man only to get a, well unwelcomed greeting. Jeff had yelled out and started fighting back instantly.

"Jeff it's me, it's Phil." He tried to reason and Jeff had started to calm down, realizing that he was safe.

"I'm sorry." Jeff's voice was soft as he looked down.

"You don't have to be sorry. I should be the one saying sorry." He hooked Jeff's chin with his finger and brought his head up to face him.

"You went through hell, baby. I don't expect you to be fine after that, not for a while at least. And if you want I'll sleep on the couch until that time comes." Even though his head was up Jeff still managed to avoid eye contact with him. It was hard for him to see this once full of life man look so weak. When he started to get up from the bed to leave though a hand was on his arm stopping him.

"You don't have to sleep on the couch. You just startled me is all. Please stay?" Phil didn't have to think about it too long, he wanted to be here with Jeff. He settled himself back down into the bed and Jeff laid down as well, facing him. Light green eyes looking into olive green ones. It was the most intimate thing Phil had ever been a part of and he was about to lean in to kiss his boyfriend when Jeff kissed him first. It was almost primal. Like he was trying to will away everything that had happened to him with this one kiss. Then he became more brave and rolled Phil onto his back and straddling his hips. The fervent kisses never stopping. Jeff's hands went to the bottom of Punk's shirt pulling it over his head and placing opened mouth kisses all along his neck, chest and torso. He felt shaky hands working his jeans button and zipper. It was then he realized exactly what it was Jeff wanted to do. He wanted Punk to fuck him. He couldn't do that though. Not after everything he'd been through.

"Jeff stop, you don't have to do this. Jeff." He tried getting his attention but the older male was having none of it.

"I need you, Phil. I need to feel you. I need this feeling of…of him, gone. I just let him use me. I let him take what he wanted from me. I didn't even fight him. I tried to at first but then it was only worse. I tried to imagine you a few times. That it was just you and me in my bedroom but you would never be that rough with me. Phil I need you to though. I need you to just make all of this go away." Jeff was crying by the end. When he first started Punk was confused, not understanding what he was trying to say but when he said he had tried to imagine it was him, clarity came to him. Jeff wanted him to treat him like Mark had so he could go on pretending it never happened. He sat up with Jeff still straddling him and shook his head.

"Jeff, you know that's not going to make any of this better. I want you to be able to put what happened behind you but not like that." Jeff's tears hadn't stopped falling and Phil pulled him against him. Hugging him to his chest with Jeff's head buried into the crook of his neck. Jeff's body was shaking so hard from crying that Phil shook as well. This is what Jeff really needed. He needed to let out all of the pent up emotion, all the tears. Punk let Jeff cry on him until eventually he cried himself to sleep. He laid the blonde man back onto the bed careful not to disturb him, then laid down himself. Jeff immediately cuddling up against his chest.

A/N: Sorry it's so short. It's more of a filler chapter. When will Jeff ever tell Phil how he feels?!