I do not own Matt or Jeff

I do own Rose.

Rose entered the showers covered, wrapped in a towel. She turned on the hot water and dunked her head beneath the spray. She sighed, now understanding when Jeff called hot water a miracle. She hung her towel on the rack and threw the rest of her body beneath the jet. Her skin steamed underneath the heat and all her muscles loosen. Allowing for her to forget the pain she was in from her match tonight. She thought her survival of it was more of a miracle than hot water at the moment. The terrifying moment when she had been flung from the ring kept replaying in her mind. The slow motion feeling of being thrown into the crowd, the scary seconds when she woke up and saw Jeff alone and that one fan, all happened to her in less than a minute. Yet it seemed that it had lasted an age. She ran her hands through her wet hair. She considered dying it purple to suit her new persona. Fans had started to call her the purple Rose, since she always wore a purple corset and skirt to her matches. 'I'm sure Jeff would love to dye my hair for me'. She thought to herself, stroking her soft locks. When she heard someone enter the showers behind her. 'Speaking of the devil'.

She turned around to greet Jeff.

R- "Hey bab-"

But it was Matt. He smirked at her calling him babe.

R- "Oh ah"

She grabbed her towel and covered herself.

R- "Sorry Matt. Thought you were your brother."

M- "I know."

He stepped closer to her. Rose turned off the shower. So that she could hear him.

R- "Ah what are you doing here?"

M- "Just checking that your ok after that match tonight"

R- "Um yeah thanks a lot for watching my ass tonight. I owe you one. But Matt I have to ask. Why did you do it? I mean the last I saw of you, you had abandoned the team because of me."

M- "Well you are a beautiful girl Rose. Who wouldn't have saved you?"

Rose begins to feel uncomfortable.

R- "I've never heard you talk about me like that. I thought you only cared about winning?"

M- "That's not true. I care about you Rose. I mean, really care about you."

R- "What no Matt come on. Jeff's your brother"

M- "Jeff doesn't deserve you"

He said in a menacing tone. Rose was getting scared. She took a step back against the wall.

M- "Your far too beautiful, talented, perfect for him. You are perfect Rose."

She takes another step back.

M- "So perfect that I need to have you. I want to so god damn much Rose."

R- "No Matt!"

He grabs her and pushes her against the wall and forces his body hard against hers.

R- "Matt you're hurting me. Please. Matt!"

He held her head and kissed her. Soon she stopped struggling and Matt loosened his hold on her. Rose lent close to him. A look of malice in her eyes, she whispers;

R- "I love Jeff, I will never love you"

With this she knees Matt in the gut and pushes past him. But he grabs her ankle and she falls to the tiles. His hold on her ankle moved to her leg and her struggle to get away from him only lead to her battered body being pinned by him.

R- "Matt stop!"

She screamed. His hands tear away her towel and she digs her nails into his back trying to stun him so she could scramble away. He yells in pain then slaps her. As he does the shower door opens and Jeff is standing in the doorway. He threw Matt off Rose with such force that Matt collided head first with the tiled wall. Matt just laid there, his head cut open, unconscious lying in a pool of blood.

Jeff picked up a shaking Rose, wrapped a towel around her, and as he had done from Edge he carried her away from harm. Only this time Roses attacker had been his own brother. He could not chase the thought from his mind. That he himself had played a part in such abuse. Could he, Jeff Hardy become his brother Matt. A man who callously had taken advantage of a defencless and injured girl. He looked down at Rose, shivering in his arms. Could he one day do as his brother had done? Would he betray her?

Soz to any Matt fans but come on you couldn't see that Matt was gunna try to rape her until he actually did it.