This story was written awhile ago. I love this story too, BTW. LOL. It's got a freaky plot, but if ya don't like it, don't read it. ^__^
I don't own Jeff, Matt, or the WWF. I don't own Miriam either--she owns herself. ^__^
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"Jeff, you have to rest! Even the doctor doesn't think you should try wrestling this week at all!" Matt told his stubborn younger brother. Jeff stood from the hotel bed he was sitting on. He face his brother and rolled his eyes.
"Geez Matt, I've have worse bumps then this. Ya gotta let me fight! Puh-leeze?" he made sure to prolonge the word 'please', and he did, sucessfully.
"Jeff..no." Matt shook his head decisively. "I don't need you getting hurt any more."
"You're not the boss of me!" He cried out in mostly anger and stubborness..Matt always did this to him. "I'm not little anymore, Matt!" Jeff noted a frown appear on his brother's face.
"I know that..but you're still as stubborn as you were when we will little. Jeff, I'm doing this for your own good. Stay here and chill out." At this, Matt picked up his coat and left the room.
Jeff groaned and flopped down onto the bed. He hated how his brother could so easily command him to do what he thought was 'best' for him. He was worse then a parent. Oh, he appreciated his brother's love but..sometimes it went a bit too far. The injury wasn't as bad as he thought. He could walk and stuff. Could still hold his own. But then, he had to prove that to Matt, which might as well been the task of learning how to fly it was so impossible.
He again sighed and turned on the TV. Some weird movie he had seen a long while ago, aboout these two people who changed places.
"Those people are lucky." he muttered. "I would give anything to be Matt. Then I could do whatever I want." He sat up again, barely wincing from the pain in his knee. He shut the TV off and put on his sneakers. To hell Matt was going to boss him around anymore. If he had too, he would hitchhike.
This was exactly what he did. He had tried Adam, but the traitor sided with his brother. No matter though. He would use his looks and famousness to get a ride. Surely someone was heading for the stadium. He slung his pack over his back and stuck out his thumb like he saw in most movies. It took not even 5 minutes until a car pulled up. He grinned at his truely smart idea.
"Lemme guess, stadium right?" a female voice asked. "Hop in." Jeff gratefully complied, easily getting into the car. He looked to his driver..and his mouth dropped.
She was beautiful. Almost unhumanly beautiful.
"I'd close your mouth, hun, you're drooling on my new seats." she giggled. He quickly closed his mouth, his face turning red.
"Sorry..Um.." he tried to think of what to say.
"I know, you're Jeff Hardy."--she was already on the road again--"And next you're going to ask my name, right?"
"Uh.." Jeff said dumbly. She was right.
"Miriam." she introduced herself. "So, what's a wrestler like you trying to get some innocent person to drive you around?"
"It's a long story." he managed to blurt, sighing loudly. "I really appreciate the ride though, miss."
"No problem." she nodded, smiling. "Can I take a crack at what happened?"
"Go ahead." he nodded.
"Well, your brother has decided not to let you go because of an injury you got on Monday. You decided to go anyway which is why you're in my car." she said matter-of-factly.
"How the hell..? What are you, a psychic?" he asked, surpised.
"Yeah, actually." she smiled again. "Part time job. I'm not really psychic at all, of course."
"Then how did you figure all that out?" he asked curiously.
"Well, I noticed your wrapped up knee. Then, judging from your face, which looks exactly like mine when I'm annoyed, I figured something must have happened. Being that I know exactly how you feel about siblings, I figured Matt must have told you to stay behind." she explained, giggling.
"You're good." he commented.
"You learn a thing or two after a few years." she pointed out. "Hey, what do ya know..we're almost there!" Jeff looked up and saw the stadium. He had long since stopped blushing and was relaxed with this odd girl now. As they neared it even more, he couldn't help but wonder why he had a feeling something big would happen...
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"Thanks for the ride." Jeff said for the millionth time. They were outside. "I guess this is where we say goodbye." The security guard watched them closely.
"Not really." she reached down the collar of her zipped up coat and her hand emerged with a card..a pass.
"Enter." the guard mumbled to both of them the minute he saw the pass. Miriam pulled him in with her. The minute they got in he looked at her, surpised.
"Forgot to mention I'm kinda a new reporter here." she smiled sheepishly. "I'll see ya later, Jeff." She winked at him and walked away.
Jeff shook his head and walked his own way. He couldn't let Matt see him. He'd send him away as fast as he could say 'But'. He entered an empty locker room--he knew it was empty because most of the rooms were labeled if it was occupied--and quickly got dressed into his normal stuff.
He knew his brother was going to be stupid enough to fight the Dudleys alone. They were mean off and on the camera, and they didn't exactly be as careful as they should be. Ever. He was picked on an awful lot by them. But then he had Chris to help him out. Chris Irvine..or Jericho to most. They were best friends off camera basically..
He turned on the TV to see, to his dismay, his brother already on. Most of the time, most of the matches were decided before they even started. Mark-Buh-Buh to most-and Devon-D-Von-were a weird duo. They didn't play by the rules at all. At this point, he saw his brother getting his ass kicked pretty badly, and he decided this might be the time he go and help him.
This is what he did. He almost killed himself while doing so, but he did. It wasn't easy hobbling to where they were. At one point Jeff wondered if maybe he should have stayed back like his brother had instructed. This thought left when he quickly got into the ring and smashed a chair into Mark's head. Contrary to popular belief, even if it was mostly fake, chair shots are a tad painful. Nearly instantly Matt was by his side, his face showing annoyance.
"What are you doin' here, Jeff?" he hissed through his teeth.
"I told you.." he was cut off then as he felt a strong blow to his back. The pain cut in and he fell to the ground into the awaiting darkness.
I don't own Jeff, Matt, or the WWF. I don't own Miriam either--she owns herself. ^__^
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"Jeff, you have to rest! Even the doctor doesn't think you should try wrestling this week at all!" Matt told his stubborn younger brother. Jeff stood from the hotel bed he was sitting on. He face his brother and rolled his eyes.
"Geez Matt, I've have worse bumps then this. Ya gotta let me fight! Puh-leeze?" he made sure to prolonge the word 'please', and he did, sucessfully.
"Jeff..no." Matt shook his head decisively. "I don't need you getting hurt any more."
"You're not the boss of me!" He cried out in mostly anger and stubborness..Matt always did this to him. "I'm not little anymore, Matt!" Jeff noted a frown appear on his brother's face.
"I know that..but you're still as stubborn as you were when we will little. Jeff, I'm doing this for your own good. Stay here and chill out." At this, Matt picked up his coat and left the room.
Jeff groaned and flopped down onto the bed. He hated how his brother could so easily command him to do what he thought was 'best' for him. He was worse then a parent. Oh, he appreciated his brother's love but..sometimes it went a bit too far. The injury wasn't as bad as he thought. He could walk and stuff. Could still hold his own. But then, he had to prove that to Matt, which might as well been the task of learning how to fly it was so impossible.
He again sighed and turned on the TV. Some weird movie he had seen a long while ago, aboout these two people who changed places.
"Those people are lucky." he muttered. "I would give anything to be Matt. Then I could do whatever I want." He sat up again, barely wincing from the pain in his knee. He shut the TV off and put on his sneakers. To hell Matt was going to boss him around anymore. If he had too, he would hitchhike.
This was exactly what he did. He had tried Adam, but the traitor sided with his brother. No matter though. He would use his looks and famousness to get a ride. Surely someone was heading for the stadium. He slung his pack over his back and stuck out his thumb like he saw in most movies. It took not even 5 minutes until a car pulled up. He grinned at his truely smart idea.
"Lemme guess, stadium right?" a female voice asked. "Hop in." Jeff gratefully complied, easily getting into the car. He looked to his driver..and his mouth dropped.
She was beautiful. Almost unhumanly beautiful.
"I'd close your mouth, hun, you're drooling on my new seats." she giggled. He quickly closed his mouth, his face turning red.
"Sorry..Um.." he tried to think of what to say.
"I know, you're Jeff Hardy."--she was already on the road again--"And next you're going to ask my name, right?"
"Uh.." Jeff said dumbly. She was right.
"Miriam." she introduced herself. "So, what's a wrestler like you trying to get some innocent person to drive you around?"
"It's a long story." he managed to blurt, sighing loudly. "I really appreciate the ride though, miss."
"No problem." she nodded, smiling. "Can I take a crack at what happened?"
"Go ahead." he nodded.
"Well, your brother has decided not to let you go because of an injury you got on Monday. You decided to go anyway which is why you're in my car." she said matter-of-factly.
"How the hell..? What are you, a psychic?" he asked, surpised.
"Yeah, actually." she smiled again. "Part time job. I'm not really psychic at all, of course."
"Then how did you figure all that out?" he asked curiously.
"Well, I noticed your wrapped up knee. Then, judging from your face, which looks exactly like mine when I'm annoyed, I figured something must have happened. Being that I know exactly how you feel about siblings, I figured Matt must have told you to stay behind." she explained, giggling.
"You're good." he commented.
"You learn a thing or two after a few years." she pointed out. "Hey, what do ya know..we're almost there!" Jeff looked up and saw the stadium. He had long since stopped blushing and was relaxed with this odd girl now. As they neared it even more, he couldn't help but wonder why he had a feeling something big would happen...
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"Thanks for the ride." Jeff said for the millionth time. They were outside. "I guess this is where we say goodbye." The security guard watched them closely.
"Not really." she reached down the collar of her zipped up coat and her hand emerged with a card..a pass.
"Enter." the guard mumbled to both of them the minute he saw the pass. Miriam pulled him in with her. The minute they got in he looked at her, surpised.
"Forgot to mention I'm kinda a new reporter here." she smiled sheepishly. "I'll see ya later, Jeff." She winked at him and walked away.
Jeff shook his head and walked his own way. He couldn't let Matt see him. He'd send him away as fast as he could say 'But'. He entered an empty locker room--he knew it was empty because most of the rooms were labeled if it was occupied--and quickly got dressed into his normal stuff.
He knew his brother was going to be stupid enough to fight the Dudleys alone. They were mean off and on the camera, and they didn't exactly be as careful as they should be. Ever. He was picked on an awful lot by them. But then he had Chris to help him out. Chris Irvine..or Jericho to most. They were best friends off camera basically..
He turned on the TV to see, to his dismay, his brother already on. Most of the time, most of the matches were decided before they even started. Mark-Buh-Buh to most-and Devon-D-Von-were a weird duo. They didn't play by the rules at all. At this point, he saw his brother getting his ass kicked pretty badly, and he decided this might be the time he go and help him.
This is what he did. He almost killed himself while doing so, but he did. It wasn't easy hobbling to where they were. At one point Jeff wondered if maybe he should have stayed back like his brother had instructed. This thought left when he quickly got into the ring and smashed a chair into Mark's head. Contrary to popular belief, even if it was mostly fake, chair shots are a tad painful. Nearly instantly Matt was by his side, his face showing annoyance.
"What are you doin' here, Jeff?" he hissed through his teeth.
"I told you.." he was cut off then as he felt a strong blow to his back. The pain cut in and he fell to the ground into the awaiting darkness.