TITLE: The End Is The Beginning Is The End (1/?)

AUTHOR: Bellerophon

EMAIL: bellerophon_666@hotmail.com

CATEGORY: WWF

DISCLAIMER: Don't own these characters. Vince McMahon and the WWE does right now but just you wait til one day and I'm filthy rich, then we'll see who owns them

DISTRIBUTION: Can be found on Fanfiction.net if I ever get around to posting stuff. If you want, you can have, just let me know.

RATING: R

SUMMARY: Matt finds out a little secret and runs away. Comes back and sees how so much has changed.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I cannot believe I'm writing another Hardys fic. But I am. Once again, I've been reading Fics where Matt Hardy is the bad guy and I guess it just inspires me to write the opposite. It's set back around when they broke up.

TO WALK AWAY

Matt stormed through the corridors, trying to find his brother and girlfriend. That stupid idiot had screwed up their match. Again. God, he was so sick and tired of having to tell Jeff what to do. Their whole lives he'd been responsible for poor little Jeff's safety and well being. Now it was getting old very quickly.

Matt huffed as he checked their locker room again. Still not there. This really sucked. Not only were his 'teammates' missing, but he could feel himself getting the mother of all headaches. Were the hell was the little technicolour freak? Not to mention that bitch of a girlfriend. Always nagging at him about doing the right thing by Jeff, being nice to Jeff, not yelling at Jeff, helping Jeff, saving Jeff, goddamn taking hits for Jeff.

What about him? To channel the manic depressive Raven for a moment, what about Matt? He'd always noticed the slightest injury in Jeff, always known when Jeff was feeling sick. He'd always looked after him. He'd had to, what with their parents. But did Jeff ever notice a fucking thing about him? Oh no. Jeff is always too busy being deep and meaningful, writing poetry and coming up with girly names for moves, fucking 'whisper in the wind', to ever notice when Matt felt like crap.

For about a month or two now, Matt had been practically breathing aspirin to get the headaches to go away. No wonder he was getting fed up with Jeff and Lita. Obviously neither one of them gave a shit about him, if they couldn't even notice when he thought his head was in a vice and practically had tears forced from his eyes because of the pain. He was so tired of being the one who supposed to be the leader. He was tired of always looking out for Jeff, being scared that the next Swanton, the next flip would be Jeff's last. Fuck that shit. Things were going to change.

He slammed the door shut and grabbed a backstage tech. "Have you seen my brother or Lita anywhere around?"

The guy gave him a dirty look. 'Wa-hey. How different from everyone else I've spoken to in the last few weeks. Guess I didn't realise it was a sin to fight with Jeff the Angel or Lita, the Patron Saint of Guilt Trips.' "No. Haven't seen them?" The guy grunted and walked off.

Now Matt was really pissed off. He marched back into the locker room, stuffed his things in his bag and walked out. They could walk back to the hotel for all he cared. He glared at everyone who walked past him as he made his way to the car park.

He hoped he'd get back to the hotel before the headache really kicked in because he didn't have any pain killers with him. And after tonight's debacle, he really didn't think he could deal with the headache by himself.

Rubbing his eyes, Matt didn't notice the car was missing until he realised that had the rental car been there, he would've currently been standing in the engine. Swearing profusely, he flung his hands in the air. "What the hell is going on?"

Matt ran a hand through his hair. Now he was really getting worried and his head was killing him. No one had seen Jeff or Lita since after their match. They should've at least gotten their things before they went back to the hotel. And normally they didn't leave him behind. Jeff was too much of a pussy to do anything like that to his cherished older brother.

He shook his head and began walking out of the parking lot. He had cash, he'd just get a taxi to the hotel. If Jeff wanted to play these weird mind games, well, he was plain out of luck. Matt just wasn't in the mood. He reached the outer level of the lot and was about to step out onto the street when he heard a voice, which was disturbingly familiar.

"We can't keep doing this. He'll catch us…and even with all the shit that he's pulled lately…I still love him…he's always been there…before you…before team Xtreme…"

"I know. He tells us so much, how could I forget?…he doesn't deserve a brother like you…"

"…I don't deserve a brother like him…you don't know what it was like, he never told you, he never told anyone, made me promise not to…"

Matt gritted his teeth. Now this could be something innocent and taken in the wrong light but things weren't looking good. He felt the familiar ache in behind his eyes begin to throb.

"…What is it?…I know Matt doesn't like to talk about his childhood…but you didn't have problems, did you?…I mean, you were always so happy talking about it…"

Fuck. If Jeff told Lita one word about what happened, Matt was going to tear him limb from limb. Jeff had sworn he never would. Matt balled his fists and stepped around the corner. Jeff and Lita were standing beside the car on the street. He restrained himself from tackling Jeff and waited to see whether his brother's word was good.

"Yeah, I was happy. But Matt…I'm really sorry Lita. But it's not my secret to tell and I can't do that to Matt. Not about this."

Good to hear, Jeff. Matt realised that he was shrouded in shadows so neither Lita nor Jeff could see him. He tried not growl as he saw Lita psych up. Even now, her temper was quick as hell. It was what had initially drew him to her. Now it annoyed the shit out of him.

"Oh, okay, I get it. I'm good enough to fuck but not good enough to hear Matt's precious childhood story?…You've really got some serious double standards going there, Jeff. I'm good enough to screw around with behind his back, but when it comes to facing him and telling him the truth…"

"…Lita. Do you think I don't know you still you love him?…I'm not blind. I'm just a substitute…"

Matt was biting his tongue so hard he could taste blood. Wow. All of a sudden he had a matching pain in his chest to match the one in his head. Who'd have thought Lita would fuck around behind his back, with his brother no less. He watched from the darkness as Lita started to cry.

"…I miss him, Jeff. I miss who he was…I want things to be the way they were…but…"

He was trying so hard not to scream at Lita that he hated the way things were before. He loved Jeff like no one else, but god help him, he couldn't take having to play the big brother role any more. He felt stinging wetness fog his vision.

"…I'll try to talking to him again…maybe he'll listen to me this time…Lita, please stop crying…we were a mistake, we shouldn't have happened…"

Odd. That just seemed to make his bitch 'girlfriend' cry harder. Well, fuck 'em both. Team Xtreme was through. Lita and Jeff could go jump off a fucking bridge.

"Jeff…oh god…I'm so sorry, I only found out this morning. I wanted to be sure before I told you…"

Matt shook his head and started walking away back through the parking lot. But he didn't get so far that he didn't hear Lita choke out her next words.

"…I'm pregnant…it's yours, Jeff…Matt wouldn't touch me lately…what am I going to do?"

Matt stopped short. Well, wasn't that a kick in the teeth. He listened to Jeff comfort Lita, then strode away through the desolate car park to hand in his resignation.

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Okay. The beginning of another story. Whew, I've got a ton of writing ahead of me. But fear not, my good people. I will do my duty and finish my fics.

Anyways, I'd written about two sentences of My Enemy's Enemy before my Poor Matt muse hit me over the head with a cricket bat. But that will be my next story posted. I swear on a stack of burning bibles.

Bellerophon