Disclaimer: Matt and Jeff Hardy, Stacy Keibler, Raven, Lita, D'Von and Bubba Ray Dudley, Big Show, Bossman, Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross do not belong to me. I would love to own the first…one, two, three, four, five…first five people mentioned, but unfortunately I don't.
Note: Okay, this may be short (actually, it's pretty long compared to some of my other fics) but I do know where I'm going with this. And if you think you might know what I'll be doing with it, please, give me an e-mail or review telling me whether this is too predictable or what.
Note Two: I'm sick of people bashing Stacy Keibler. Now, she is a bitchy airhead on TV, but in all…most…a lot of my WWF fics she'll probably be a decent woman. And I have a favourite pairing involving Stacy…so watch for it later.
Note Three: The reason I made Lita say 'Moore' in the first? second? chapter will become obvious in this one.
Note Four: Eh. I had something to put here…
Matt moved quickly, listening to Jeff talk. "Raven told me I'd better find you, so I did," he ended. "So what do we do now?"
"I tell you what we do. We find a little birdie and make him squawk."
JR tapped his head microphone. "Well folks, I have an update coming in…the cameras are catching a moment in the back…"
The screen, which had formerly shown the ring after Big Show had just swept the hair off of Bossman, now pictured a close up of a dark head, and beyond it Raven's head could be seen, almost half a foot above the other. How that was so was explained by a wide shot of the two, revealing one Jeff Hardy standing nearby, watching as Raven's feet hung about five inches off the ground.
"Now, you tell us where the hell she is," a menacing voice said. "Or you'll see what I do when I get really mad."
Jeff looked at Raven with pity. "I _would_ do whatever you could to avoid that," he said sympathetically. "It totally sucks."
The man laughed with real humor. "It does," he agreed. "Now, what the hell was D'Von going to do?"
"What's up with this JR?" Jerry Lawler asked, confused.
"I have no idea," Jim Ross answered, just as bewildered.
"I've told you all I know!" Raven gasped through the hold on his throat. "D'Von took Lita and ran off."
"Where?" Jeff butted in.
"I don't know!" Raven buckled as his weight was returned to his feet. The dark haired man ran a hand through his hair angrily.
"D'Von's taken Lita. Where and why are the two most important questions."
"Well…the Duchess of Dudleyville might know…" Jeff gave the man a sly grin.
"Oh my God, please tell me…"
"Yep. Stacy Keibler still has a soft spot for a certain Matt Hardy."
"So I suppose we have to go and ask the woman who helped to break up the best relationship I had to help me get that girl of mine…_yours_ back."
"Affirmative. Whack on the charm, bro."
Matt finally turned and sighed. "She had better know, otherwise I'll beat you up worse than that brother versus brother match."
The camera faded out on Jeff's slightly angry yet wistful face.
Stacy glared disbelievingly at Matt. "WHAT?"
"Austin could get you for copyright," Jeff pointed out from his perch against the wall. At the glare from Miss Keibler he turned away and whistled innocently.
"D'Von's taken Lita somewhere," Matt repeated. "Would you have any idea where?"
Stacy guiltily scraped together her nails. 'Lita's been kidnapped by my boyfriend…and it's all my fault," she whispered. At the look from Matt, she admitted, "D'Von was obsessed with you interrupting his 'session' with Lita. He was raving on about it and then I said that the way to get to you would be to get Lita away." At Matt's expression she explained, "Women's intuition, you still love the girl."
Matt blushed lightly. "That goes outside this room, I don't know what I'll do," he confessed.
Jeff wolf-whistled. "Go Mattie, go Mattie," he sarcastically cheered.
"Shut up," Matt snapped back. He turned dark liquid chocolate eyes on Stacy. "Would you have any idea on where he took her?" he pleaded.
Stacy's eyes filled with tears. "I never wanted him to hurt her," she murmured. "He's going to kill me." She got up determinedly, and Matt followed suit. "Come on,' she sniffed. "I'll show you. And god, I hope she's okay."
"So do we," Jeff agreed.
Stacy knocked on the door. "D'Von?" she called softly. "Babe, you in there?"
The door opened a crack, and she was ushered in.
Matt and Jeff exchanged glances, and in silent agreement, did the guns before they got into position.
Stacy composed herself before she glanced over at Lita. It could be worse, she reflected. Lita's face had only a light bruise on her cheek, and she was still conscious.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Dudley slut-ley," Lita spat.
Stacy stopped D'Von before he lunged forward, and whispered in his ear as evilly as possible, "I'll scare her to silence."
The former WCW Nitro Girl sauntered over to Lita, keeping her 'evil' face on as long as possible. To be honest, she had latched onto the Dudleys to keep her safe, and inwardly hated most of the things they did. She drew her red-painted fingernails over Lita's shoulder, and leaned down to her ear.
"Be very quiet," she whispered. "Jeff's outside the door, and we're about to bust you out." At the slight pulling of skin, she could tell Lita was raising her eyebrows ever so slightly, and whispered again, "Jeff told me to tell you that Moore's still an asshole. If you know what that means."
Lita did. After finding out Matt's disliked middle name, she was relentless in calling him that in private. Jeff had heard it and seen Matt's face, and had almost wet himself laughing. After the Hardy breakup though, Jeff had comforted her endlessly, saying that Moore was an idiot and an asshole to give her up. She quietened, and replaced the look on her face with a scared one.
D'Von laughed to see her scared, and questioned, "What did you say?"
Stacy cackled, as a witch in a fairytale might. Inside her heart was thumping madly. Only her hatred for D'Von, hatred for Bubba Ray, respect for Lita, and love for one of the nearby decent guys in this company kept her going. "Only that we have the resources to…well…put her out of business…painfully."
Stacy then cocked her head, and innocently asked, "Did you hear something?" She opened the door, and D'Von poked his head around the corner. He was immediately pulled outside, and the sounds of a fistfight drifted in.
Jeff rushed in, and quickly untied Lita. Stacy watched on, and silently motioned for Jeff to tie her up. Jeff looked at her skeptically before she nodded, and he wrapped the ropes around her wrists and ankles, while the sounds of a fight grew fainter down the hallway. Lita looked at Stacy and mouthed 'Thank you,' before the two ran out the door.
Lita stopped after they had gone about three steps. "Who is that?" she questioned, straining against Jeff's grip on her wrist.
"No one, come on, let's go!" Jeff said impatiently. The scuffles ended, and Lita yanked free, running down to the corner as fast as she could.
She skidded to a halt at the sight before her.
D'Von was slumped unconscious on the ground, no visible injury but with blood on his knuckles. Lita angrily kicked him before Jeff caught up.
"C'mon girl, before he wakes up!" Jeff urged. They ran off, Lita looked back at D'Von one more time.
Matt delicately dabbed the rag on the rather deep cut on his bicep while Raw went off the air. Fairly good show, he had to admit. One, he won for the one of the first times ever by submission in the ring over the Hurricane Shane Helms, one of his best friends, two, he got to have about half-an-hour relaxation time, three, he got to kick Dudley butt, and four, he now was on just less than speaking terms with his brother. His slight grin turned into a grimace as he touched a sore spot as well as remembered last week, the song and poetry with Lita deal.
_BUT at least she doesn't know I was the one to have helped Jeff and Stacy rescue her,_ he reflected. Matt inwardly wondered why he didn't want Lita to know, then answered his own question. _'Cause then she'd feel pressured to thank me, and to actually, heaven forbid, like me._
Rob opened the door, and in his usual laid-back way, stated, "Hey, remind me never to go against a cruiserweight! They must pack a pretty good punch."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. And free this week only, an extra ha."
"Yeah, thought it was funny myself." Rob quickly pulled off his shirt, ducking into the shower room. "So what happened?" he called over the water.
"Little Dudley trouble," he called back, hissing when part of the steam from his friend's shower hit the injured area. "Acting like assholes again."
Rob laughed. "Jesus, Matt, maybe you could just get someone else and get into a tag team again to just kick their butts."
Matt raised his eyebrows. "Been there, done that."
"'Ey, Hardy, what's the time?" he asked.
"Almost eleven."
"Shit!" Rob swore, rushing out in a towel, frantically searching for clothing. It was quite a long shot from the normal unflappable RVD.
"Oh my God," Matt gasped in disbelief. "Who are you and what the hell have you done to Rob?!"
"Shut up," Van Dam said good-naturedly. "I've got a hot date tonight."
"Who?" Matt questioned.
"Miss. Wilson," Rob answered smugly.
"How does an ugly brute like you get the chicks?" Matt asked in mock-disappointment.
"It's all in the charm, bro. All in the charm."
"But who was it?" Lita persisted. Jeff kept silent. "Was it the Big Show? Was it Spike? Was it Edge? Or Christian?"
Jeff undid his boots, wincing when he hit his fingertips on the steel bench. "I can't say. It's not because I don't want to tell you," he hastened. "It's just that I feel a degree of loyalty to him, and I don't want to name him if he doesn't want to be."
_He was wistful, sad,_ Jeff suddenly realized. Following Stacy to their 'make-out place', Jeff had glanced over a couple of times, and Matt had an almost angry yet unhappy look on his face. _Wonder whether he regrets it as much as I do,_ Jeff mused.
"Did you go through that box that Moore gave us?" Lita suddenly asked. Jeff looked up, stunned. She caught his look. "Box. Moore. Poems, songs." She looked at him expectantly. "Did you find anything?" she asked, a little quieter.
Jeff looked at her, sizing up her expression. Lita had her eyebrows wrinkled, was biting her bottom lip, and one eye was closed. All three were trademark signs of her getting worried. He smiled at her softly, guessing that if she was ever to get Matt behind her she would probably need a little help from the man himself.
"Yeah. Most of 'em were mine, but a couple…" He tossed a small bundle of papers tied with a green ribbon over to her. "Plus…" He rummaged through the small portable locker McMahon supplied; "This, I don't think it was meant for me."
Lita glanced up in time to bat away a thrown object. She examined it from where it fell, near her knee on her position on the floor. It probably had been a red rose bud, but now was a little more open, and the edges of the petal were blackened. Jeff cocked his head. "It was like that in the box," he told her simply.
Lita gazed searchingly at the rose, then at the bundle of papers in her lap. She could tell she wasn't going to sleep tonight.
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