A/N The rating had to go up for this chapter seeing as there are a few
swear words in here!
BFlashback Charity squirmed in her seat, a typical hospital one. Cold, hard, dull grey, plastic that was seemingly moulded into the most uncomfortable, backbreaking shape possible. She watched the people walking past, and wondered why each one was there. One thing she knew was that they weren't there because their boyfriend had leaped off the top of a 15 ft high steel cage. She grimaced as she replayed the match over in her head, he was always so adamant that he would be fine that she had come to expect to sit in a hospital after a PPV, waiting for him to be checked out because the EMT's didn't believe he COULD be okay after what he put his body through.
"Ms Hardy?" a white coat came out and called. Charity sighed and stood up, 'Why do they always think we're married?' she thought as she followed the doctor down the long white corridor. She shuddered, 'Christ I hate hospitals' she muttered, but it wasn't as if she was never in them. She looked over at the white coat expecting him to tell her about Jeff's condition, how surprised he was that it wasn't more serious, and how lucky Jeff was. Normally the whole walk would be taken up by these exclamations of wonder, along with questions on how she coped. After so many months of practice she had perfected an 'it's hard but what can I do' smile and shrug of her shoulders, which always elicited a sympathetic grin from the coat in question. This one, however, didn't utter a single word, groan or sigh as they walked. 'Is it me, or do the corridors get longer every time?' she wondered, as she listened to the sound of her footsteps echoing ahead of her. Finally they came to a side room, in which was Jeff grinning like a child at the motherly nurse who was fussing around him and telling him 'what a bad boy he was'
"Charity" Jeff leapt of the bed, immediately regretting it but still enveloping her in a huge hug. "What took you so long?" He questioned as she took a seat on the bed next to him.
"I took a while getting here and when I arrived they wanted me to wait until the doctor had finished!"
The coat, who was standing in the doorway glanced at Jeff before speaking for the first time. "Well, Mr Hardy, luckily there is nothing broken, or damaged but you will have a few bruises and ache for a couple of days" he addressed them in sharp clipped tones, as if Jeff was a naughty child. "No change there then" Jeff replied hugging Charity again. "So sugar, are we ready to go?" "Yeah I guess" She smiled at him, and the familiar stirring of butterflies reminded her of what she had to see. 'But,' she reasoned 'that can wait till morning'
In the car "The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart"
Charity sung happily along to her favourite song, whilst Jeff held his ears, groaning in protest,. "Why do we have to listen to this crap?" He asked "You insult the Filth again and your walking to the next town tosser!" Charity replied to which Jeff just groaned again. Charity spared a quick glance from the road, to her moaning boyfriend. He sat staring straight ahead like a sulking child, muttering insults under his breath. Suddenly he leaned over and turned off the radio, turning to Charity who began to protest. "We need to talk" he said simply. "Bout what?" "You, us, our baby" he said with a pointed look to her stomach, which she instinctively covered with an arm in protection. "What about it?" she asked "What are we going to do about?" "I don't know! Whats more I don't want to talk about it now!" She said turning the radio back on. Again Jeff turned it off. "Well I do!"
"So what are you going to do? You can't kill it! Its our baby!" "So? If you want to give up your career and look after it then fine by me, but if you expect me to give up mine, then you are sooo wrong!" "You can't kill it, just so you can keep your job! You just write for christ sake you can do that with a child!" At this Charity's blood began to boil! She glared at Jeff and put Cradle of Filth on again.B
RAW 24th July
Charity stared at the photo in her hand. It was taken the Sunday night before Survivor Series, in the locker room. Stood at the back was Kane and his wife, Taker and Sara, and Edge with his wife, and Jericho and Jessica stood slightly infront. Her, Jeff, Matt and Amy were stood at the front, all the wives were in the arms of their respective husbands. She was entwined in Jeff's arms with his head on her shoulder They all looked so happy, but none more so than her and Jeff. She kept this photo with her at all times, it represented everything she had loved in the business. Also Taker looked really hot in it! Or so she told anyone who asked. Really she had never seen a better photo of her and Jeff, not to mention that it was the last night they were actually happy. "Whatcha got there?" Taker asked coming in "A photo" She answered giving it to him. "Phew" he muttered looking at it. He immediately placed it to taken at Survivor Series. All the wives were there as it was such a huge PPV and Vince had come in and requested a photo. At the time Taker had been sure they would never all fit but they had, only just as Kane and Jericho's outside arms were cut off but all heads were in tact. Sara had wanted a copy of this photo but kept forgetting to ask in the end she had got one at WrestleMania but other people were on it. He fished in his back pocket and pulled it out, handing it to Charity. She took it and smiled.
Charity looked at the photo in her hand. Another one of Taker looking hot She thought. The were quite a few different people on this one though. Kane and his wife, Taker and Sara, Austin and Debra, Rocky and Dani, Jericho and Jess and HHH, who was hugging Steph. She smiled at it, wishing that she was a part of that happy laughing crowd aswell as the first. She gave the picture back to Mark. "How does Vince get so many on one photo?" Taker asked
"Special Camera!" She smiled. Suddenly the door was flung open and in walked Vince, he ignored Charity and began talking to Taker "Mark, you Jeff non-title match tonight!" he told him. Charity looked up and saw cameras over Vince's head. Taker started on a I will teach him respect tirade and then the camera men left, leaving Vince to look at the pictures that they were holding. He smiled in recognition and laughed a little before turning and leaving.
Charity placed her's in her bag and Taker looked down at her. "Why that one?" he asked "Because you look really." Charity started with her usual answer before stopping and blushing "Really.what?" "Ermm.Hot" She replied going a rich fire engine red. He smiled at her, but still repeated his question. "Why?" "Because that's the last picture I have of me and Jeff together!" she said quietly "And he looks really hot aswell as you" she added and watched him go an interesting shade of pink. "Why Mr Undertaker, I think you just blushed!" She smiled at him which he returned. Then he rose "To the ring my Lady" He said offering her his arm, which she accepted with a smile. And they left room, arm in arm, laughing happily together.
The match
Jeff Hardy Vs The Undertaker - Non title Match
Charity watched the match trying to concentrate on what was going on but failing. She was thinking about the pictures, Jeff and Taker. God she was screwed up! She told herself and silently screamed.
b*Flashback*
At the hotel Jeff disappeared down to the bar, returning 20 mins later seeming relatively sober. When he came back in she was sat on the bed crying. "What's wrong?" he asked as he watched her sob "Its.Its.Its." She couldn't bring herself to say what she should have said this morning when she got back the doctors. She had to tell him, the results, the truth! "Is it the baby?" He asked concerned to which she nodded. "Look honey, its okay we'll sort something out! Somehow we'll make it work! It'll be okay, we'll be a family, and." He realised this was making her cry harder and an idea began to form in his head. "What's wrong?" He demanded the softness of his voice replaced with a sharp painful edge. "There isn't a baby!" She sobbed finally managing to get the words out. "I'm so so sorry!"b
The Undertaker Irish whipped Jeff into the ropes where he caught a glimpse of his once girlfriend, tears streaming down her face. Before he could consider why he was struck in the face with a huge boot.
b"WHAT?" Jeff screamed "How could you? How FUCKING could you?" "I didn't." "Didn't what? Didn't think? Didn't care?" he demanded walking away from her and picking up his overnight bag from where it lay on the floor. "You bitch, I can't believe you'd do something like that without asking me! No wonder you wouldn't discuss it in the car!" Charity just stared up at him unable to form the words to tell him what happened. He came and stood infront of her his eyes blazing "You whore, you should never have done it you stupid bitch! Well now you've lost us both!" He screeched in her ear before storming out. Behind him Charity lay on her bed and sobbed until she thought her lungs would explode. On her bed lay the doctors written note, half concealed by the bedspread "I'm sorry to inform you." she screamed and ripped it into a tiny pieces, her breath coming in irregular sharp gasps, causing her head to start spinning. Eventually she heard a knock at the door and ran over to it, opening it hopefully "Jeff I can." she told the shape of Trish Stratus. b
As Jeff lay on the mat he lost the energy to kickout. Taker picked him up and gave him the last ride before covering him. He covered and got the fall before rolling out the ring and leading Charity to the ramp. He felt Lillian tap him on the back of the head with a mic which he took. "Taker! You kicked my ass time and time again. You did it just now. But thats by your rules! I want to fight you in my match, a ladder match! You bring the goth bitch with you and I'll see you there next week!" (A/N I am aware this is not what Jeff said but.) He watched as Charity's face contorted into a look of pain and hurt, as if he had punched her, she turned and almost ran from the titantron.
BFlashback Charity squirmed in her seat, a typical hospital one. Cold, hard, dull grey, plastic that was seemingly moulded into the most uncomfortable, backbreaking shape possible. She watched the people walking past, and wondered why each one was there. One thing she knew was that they weren't there because their boyfriend had leaped off the top of a 15 ft high steel cage. She grimaced as she replayed the match over in her head, he was always so adamant that he would be fine that she had come to expect to sit in a hospital after a PPV, waiting for him to be checked out because the EMT's didn't believe he COULD be okay after what he put his body through.
"Ms Hardy?" a white coat came out and called. Charity sighed and stood up, 'Why do they always think we're married?' she thought as she followed the doctor down the long white corridor. She shuddered, 'Christ I hate hospitals' she muttered, but it wasn't as if she was never in them. She looked over at the white coat expecting him to tell her about Jeff's condition, how surprised he was that it wasn't more serious, and how lucky Jeff was. Normally the whole walk would be taken up by these exclamations of wonder, along with questions on how she coped. After so many months of practice she had perfected an 'it's hard but what can I do' smile and shrug of her shoulders, which always elicited a sympathetic grin from the coat in question. This one, however, didn't utter a single word, groan or sigh as they walked. 'Is it me, or do the corridors get longer every time?' she wondered, as she listened to the sound of her footsteps echoing ahead of her. Finally they came to a side room, in which was Jeff grinning like a child at the motherly nurse who was fussing around him and telling him 'what a bad boy he was'
"Charity" Jeff leapt of the bed, immediately regretting it but still enveloping her in a huge hug. "What took you so long?" He questioned as she took a seat on the bed next to him.
"I took a while getting here and when I arrived they wanted me to wait until the doctor had finished!"
The coat, who was standing in the doorway glanced at Jeff before speaking for the first time. "Well, Mr Hardy, luckily there is nothing broken, or damaged but you will have a few bruises and ache for a couple of days" he addressed them in sharp clipped tones, as if Jeff was a naughty child. "No change there then" Jeff replied hugging Charity again. "So sugar, are we ready to go?" "Yeah I guess" She smiled at him, and the familiar stirring of butterflies reminded her of what she had to see. 'But,' she reasoned 'that can wait till morning'
In the car "The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart"
Charity sung happily along to her favourite song, whilst Jeff held his ears, groaning in protest,. "Why do we have to listen to this crap?" He asked "You insult the Filth again and your walking to the next town tosser!" Charity replied to which Jeff just groaned again. Charity spared a quick glance from the road, to her moaning boyfriend. He sat staring straight ahead like a sulking child, muttering insults under his breath. Suddenly he leaned over and turned off the radio, turning to Charity who began to protest. "We need to talk" he said simply. "Bout what?" "You, us, our baby" he said with a pointed look to her stomach, which she instinctively covered with an arm in protection. "What about it?" she asked "What are we going to do about?" "I don't know! Whats more I don't want to talk about it now!" She said turning the radio back on. Again Jeff turned it off. "Well I do!"
"So what are you going to do? You can't kill it! Its our baby!" "So? If you want to give up your career and look after it then fine by me, but if you expect me to give up mine, then you are sooo wrong!" "You can't kill it, just so you can keep your job! You just write for christ sake you can do that with a child!" At this Charity's blood began to boil! She glared at Jeff and put Cradle of Filth on again.B
RAW 24th July
Charity stared at the photo in her hand. It was taken the Sunday night before Survivor Series, in the locker room. Stood at the back was Kane and his wife, Taker and Sara, and Edge with his wife, and Jericho and Jessica stood slightly infront. Her, Jeff, Matt and Amy were stood at the front, all the wives were in the arms of their respective husbands. She was entwined in Jeff's arms with his head on her shoulder They all looked so happy, but none more so than her and Jeff. She kept this photo with her at all times, it represented everything she had loved in the business. Also Taker looked really hot in it! Or so she told anyone who asked. Really she had never seen a better photo of her and Jeff, not to mention that it was the last night they were actually happy. "Whatcha got there?" Taker asked coming in "A photo" She answered giving it to him. "Phew" he muttered looking at it. He immediately placed it to taken at Survivor Series. All the wives were there as it was such a huge PPV and Vince had come in and requested a photo. At the time Taker had been sure they would never all fit but they had, only just as Kane and Jericho's outside arms were cut off but all heads were in tact. Sara had wanted a copy of this photo but kept forgetting to ask in the end she had got one at WrestleMania but other people were on it. He fished in his back pocket and pulled it out, handing it to Charity. She took it and smiled.
Charity looked at the photo in her hand. Another one of Taker looking hot She thought. The were quite a few different people on this one though. Kane and his wife, Taker and Sara, Austin and Debra, Rocky and Dani, Jericho and Jess and HHH, who was hugging Steph. She smiled at it, wishing that she was a part of that happy laughing crowd aswell as the first. She gave the picture back to Mark. "How does Vince get so many on one photo?" Taker asked
"Special Camera!" She smiled. Suddenly the door was flung open and in walked Vince, he ignored Charity and began talking to Taker "Mark, you Jeff non-title match tonight!" he told him. Charity looked up and saw cameras over Vince's head. Taker started on a I will teach him respect tirade and then the camera men left, leaving Vince to look at the pictures that they were holding. He smiled in recognition and laughed a little before turning and leaving.
Charity placed her's in her bag and Taker looked down at her. "Why that one?" he asked "Because you look really." Charity started with her usual answer before stopping and blushing "Really.what?" "Ermm.Hot" She replied going a rich fire engine red. He smiled at her, but still repeated his question. "Why?" "Because that's the last picture I have of me and Jeff together!" she said quietly "And he looks really hot aswell as you" she added and watched him go an interesting shade of pink. "Why Mr Undertaker, I think you just blushed!" She smiled at him which he returned. Then he rose "To the ring my Lady" He said offering her his arm, which she accepted with a smile. And they left room, arm in arm, laughing happily together.
The match
Jeff Hardy Vs The Undertaker - Non title Match
Charity watched the match trying to concentrate on what was going on but failing. She was thinking about the pictures, Jeff and Taker. God she was screwed up! She told herself and silently screamed.
b*Flashback*
At the hotel Jeff disappeared down to the bar, returning 20 mins later seeming relatively sober. When he came back in she was sat on the bed crying. "What's wrong?" he asked as he watched her sob "Its.Its.Its." She couldn't bring herself to say what she should have said this morning when she got back the doctors. She had to tell him, the results, the truth! "Is it the baby?" He asked concerned to which she nodded. "Look honey, its okay we'll sort something out! Somehow we'll make it work! It'll be okay, we'll be a family, and." He realised this was making her cry harder and an idea began to form in his head. "What's wrong?" He demanded the softness of his voice replaced with a sharp painful edge. "There isn't a baby!" She sobbed finally managing to get the words out. "I'm so so sorry!"b
The Undertaker Irish whipped Jeff into the ropes where he caught a glimpse of his once girlfriend, tears streaming down her face. Before he could consider why he was struck in the face with a huge boot.
b"WHAT?" Jeff screamed "How could you? How FUCKING could you?" "I didn't." "Didn't what? Didn't think? Didn't care?" he demanded walking away from her and picking up his overnight bag from where it lay on the floor. "You bitch, I can't believe you'd do something like that without asking me! No wonder you wouldn't discuss it in the car!" Charity just stared up at him unable to form the words to tell him what happened. He came and stood infront of her his eyes blazing "You whore, you should never have done it you stupid bitch! Well now you've lost us both!" He screeched in her ear before storming out. Behind him Charity lay on her bed and sobbed until she thought her lungs would explode. On her bed lay the doctors written note, half concealed by the bedspread "I'm sorry to inform you." she screamed and ripped it into a tiny pieces, her breath coming in irregular sharp gasps, causing her head to start spinning. Eventually she heard a knock at the door and ran over to it, opening it hopefully "Jeff I can." she told the shape of Trish Stratus. b
As Jeff lay on the mat he lost the energy to kickout. Taker picked him up and gave him the last ride before covering him. He covered and got the fall before rolling out the ring and leading Charity to the ramp. He felt Lillian tap him on the back of the head with a mic which he took. "Taker! You kicked my ass time and time again. You did it just now. But thats by your rules! I want to fight you in my match, a ladder match! You bring the goth bitch with you and I'll see you there next week!" (A/N I am aware this is not what Jeff said but.) He watched as Charity's face contorted into a look of pain and hurt, as if he had punched her, she turned and almost ran from the titantron.