TITLE: The End Is The Beginning Is The End (2/10)

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 TURN AROUND

This shit was taking too long. Matt scowled at the door and massaged his temples as he waited for Vince to let him in. The stupid headache had gone from hot pokers to a dull ache, like fucking elephants were thumping around in there. He could hear Vince chuckling to someone inside. The shithead was ignoring him. Screw being polite.

Matt huffed and rapped on the door. "Vince! McMahon, I'm not waiting any more!" He slammed the door open and marched inside. Vince was staring at him, taken aback. It turned out the person he was talking to was Chris Jericho, probably being congratulated for insulting Stephanie again.

"What's your problem, Junior! Can't you see we're in the middle of something?" Chris snapped, waving his arms at the door. "Why don't you wait outside like a good little boy?"

Vince nodded in agreement, a frown marring his features. Matt would've done so if he cared at all about the repercussions of his next actions. Too bad he didn't give a fuck.

Matt gave Chris the finger before punching him. Chris tumbled off his chair to the floor, unprepared for the hit. He landed hard, slamming his head on the ground. Matt hauled the dazed Canadian out the door and slammed it shut.

Vince was sitting there in shock. He gaped at Matt and spluttered out, "How…dare…you…"

Matt leaned over the desk, not bothering to sit down. "Listen carefully, Vince. I want out."

The owner swallowed and shook his head. "I'm not sure I understand. Do you mean Team Xtreme, because that's fine. We've seen that coming for a while now."

"Not Team Xtreme," Matt snapped. "Do you think I give a fuck about that now?! I want my contract here gone. I want out of this hellhole."

Vince didn't really have anywhere to go with his shocked face but somehow he looked even more surprised. "What do you mean…?"

Matt relished his next words. "I quit." He smirked and pulled up the overturned chair to sit in it. But he really didn't expect Vince's next words.

"I'm sorry, but that's really not feasible at this stage," Vince shook his head. These kids had the worst timing. Imagine losing one of his best young superstars just as the Alliance was making its move.

"What?" Matt was now the one not understanding. "I'm sorry, I thought you said I couldn't leave, I must have some wax in my ears."

"You heard right. You can't leave. You have a contract which is legally binding and if you just leave, well, I'll sue you til you can't afford the clothes you're wearing." Vince stated, as he laid down his law. "I realise you're having personal problems at the moment, and so far, I've been allowing it to run its course, in the hope that you would sort it out. Apparently that's not possible but unfortunately, I just can't let you go at the moment."

Matt grimaced. That put a spanner in the works. There had to be someway out of this place. "Vince, what exactly does my contract specify that I do?"

"Well, if it wasn't obvious, that you keep wrestling in the WWF, unless injured or extenuating circumstances occur," Vince sat back in his chair, comfortably certain that things were now under control. Honestly, these young superstars were so temperamental.

Matt let a smile light up his face. Light bulb on. "Thanks for the info, Vince. This talk was just what I needed. Sorry to have inconvenienced you." He stood up and walked out, whistling. Suddenly, the world was a happier place. It was a wonder how revenge could brighten a person's day and his headache was becoming almost bearable. Now to find…The door shut behind him leaving a disconcerted Vince alone in his office.

Vince tried to shake away the uncertainty clouding his thoughts. It was an unusual meeting, to say the least. And Vince wasn't sure he liked the look on young Matthew Hardy's face as he left. Oh well, he had bigger fish to fry. Vince promptly forgot about Matt as he returned to WWF business.

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Jeff had wandered the hallways of the hotel for about two hours now, asking about his missing brother. Now they had to leave in five minutes or miss the plane to the next town. Shit. What the hell was Matt doing? All his stuff was gone, but no note, no warning about him leaving. Jesus, this really took the cake. Matt had been acting like an asshole for a while now, but just running off? It was just too much. He somehow thrust down the sudden overwhelming surge of guilt and misery. He could worry about Lita and all that later. He needed to not think about that any more after a long sleepless night of chewing his own ass out for fucking around behind his brothers back. For doing whatever he did that made Matt hate him. For pretty much destroying Lita's relationship with Matt. All aboard the guilt train, it's about to leave the station.

Running a hand through his blue/green/yellow hair, Jeff swore under his breath before beginning the walk back to what was supposed to be his *and* Matt's room. He was almost there when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey Rainbow Brite, you should start putting a leash on your assclown of a brother."

Jeff turned around and gave Chris Jericho a half smile. "You're telling me. Haven't seen him around this morning?"

"Nah, not since last night in Vince's office." Chris reached up and gingerly touched a bruise on his right cheek. "When you find him, can you tell him thanks for the punch and I'll be seeing him soon about it?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeff didn't like the sound of that. "What did Matt do now?"

"Well, nothing to horrible, just punched me out of Vance's office. That better have been one hell of an important meeting, he's marred my beautiful face." Chris started muttering under his breath.

"Okay, okay, thanks Chris," Jeff left the angry blonde in the corridor and quickly entered his room. Matt would just have to find his own way to the next town. Jeff ignored the guilty pang in his chest, grabbed his bag, looked at the time and ran out of the room. After much running and almost knocking down three very unhappy old ladies, Jeff then made a dramatic entrance into the parking lot by tripping over his own feet and somersaulting to the ground.

"Very smooth." A hand reached down and pulled Jeff to his feet.

"Hey Lita," Jeff stood unsteadily. "I didn't find him, but Jericho apparently had a tiff with him last night in Vince's office."

"Vince's office? What would he be doing in there?" Lita flung her hands in the air. She made a show of being angry and frustrated. Jeff didn't fall for it for a minute. She was as upset and scared as he was. Matt was missing and nothing had been going right lately. Not to mention Lita's announcement last night. God, Matt was never going to talk to him again when he found that out.

Jeff was currently too numb to think about his role in that. Every time he began to consider the possibility of being a father, he got stuck on the thought that he couldn't even always find a pair of matching socks let alone take care of a baby. It was just too much at the moment to take in. Too fucking much.

"I don't know." Jeff hitched his bag over his shoulder. "Lita, we have to go. We're going to miss the plane."

"What about Matt? Are we just going to leave him here?"

Jeff sighed. "Lita. You know the same as I do that if his stuff is gone and we can't find him anywhere, he's probably already left."

Lita turned her head away. "Yeah. I know." She suddenly put on a fake smile and brightened the visage. "We'd better get going then. Wouldn't want to be late." She swung her bag up over her shoulder and walked to the rental car.

Jeff felt his throat tighten as he pictured the tears spilling down Lita's face as she told him about the pregnancy. He swallowed and slowly followed her.

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Jeff and Lita sat together in silence as RAW began. Matt still hadn't shown himself and Lita was freaking out about it. Jeff and Matt were supposed to be in a tag match and no one even knew where the fuck Matt was. Jeff sank his head in his hands and tried to ignore the bustle of the people frantically panicking around him.

What the fuck had happened to him and Matt? Why had everything gone so wrong? He hadn't see Matt like this, so angry, since they were kids. Although even then, Jeff had been absolutely clueless about what was going on, right until…Jeff was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of Stephanie McMahon going ringside, accompanying boos from the crowd and Lita hauling him off his feet.

"Come on, Jeff. We better tell Vince that Matt's a no show. Your match is first up once the evil bitch from hell is done in the ring." Lita ordered.

Jeff would've followed meekly had his attention not been caught by Stephanie McMahon's words on the TV the Techs had set up backstage. He pulled at Lita's arm and gestured to the TV. Lita frowned and stopped, both of them quiet as they watched the on screen images.

Stephanie strolled around the ring obviously pleased with herself. "I have a *very* special announcement to make. Earlier this week the Hardcore title changed hands under the 24/7 rule to someone that nobody saw coming. Let's just have a little look at what happened, shall we?" She smirked and gestured to the titantron. "Roll the footage."

The screen went black for a moment then a shaky camera shot came up. Undertaker was faced away from the camera walking languidly down some no name street. The camera was obviously shouldered aside and knocked to the ground as someone ran into the Undertaker and bounced a brick off his head. He fell hard and was pinned by the mystery person, whose head was conveniently out of the camera shot. A referee suddenly appeared by the felled Taker and his attacker and pounded the concrete three times, declaring that the Hardcore belt had officially changed hands. Then the screen blanked again before coming up with image of a happily smirking Stephanie in the ring.

"Wasn't that just beautiful? But who is the mystery Hardcore champion? Who is the wonderful person who knocked the big bad Undertaker out cold with a hunk of stone?"

Lita snorted in disgust at the image. "Stupid melodramatic bitch. Why doesn't she just reveal the mystery competitors name and get it over with. Everyone knows it'll just be some ECW loser trying to get on her good side. Or in her pants."

Jeff just nodded in acknowledgment. All of a sudden he was getting a bad feeling.

"Well, I was approached a few days ago by this mystery person, who offered the Hardcore title in exchange for joining me." Stephanie spoke slowly, obviously enjoying herself. "Hey. Rather than me telling you who he is, why doesn't he come on out?"

Jeff tensed and waited for the mystery person to come out. Somehow, he wasn't surprised when the Team Xtreme music started and Matt came strolling out, the Hardcore belt over his shoulder and a evil grin resting easily on his face.

Lita, however, was obviously taken completely off guard. "What is he doing? Jeff, what the hell is Matt doing?" She gripped his shoulder in a vice like grip. "He can't be joining the Alliance."

Matt waved at the crowd, visibly enjoying the vicious boos emanating from them. He jumped into the ring and smirked at Stephanie before taking the microphone. "Hey y'all. Looks to me like you might be a bit confused. I seem to be the bad guy here. After all, you are all waiting for my dear brother Jeff to come out and kick my ass, aren't ya?"

The crowd cheered in response.

"Well, I really doubt he wants to do that. We both know I'm the Hardy who knows how to fight. We both know I could always beat Jeff down." Matt paused, letting the crowd really get into their booing. He hoped Jeff was sitting backstage watching this. "And after all, I wouldn't want to put the life of a soon to be father in danger, would I?"

Jeff and Lita froze.

"That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Your very own Jeff Hardy is going to be a father. Who's the whore he's been doing? Who's the mother to be, you ask?" Matt brought a camera up to his face and looked down it, into Lita's eyes. "My *ex* girlfriend, Lita." The crowd roared in response.

Lita flinched at the emphasis on the word ex.

All the workers who were watching the TV started whispering and muttering amongst themselves. Some gave Jeff and Lita dirty looks, others eyed Lita sympathetically and even more just sat in curious disbelief. Jeff, the loyal Hardy, who refused to turn on his brother even after all the shit he pulled, had been doing his brother's girlfriend all along. What a remarkable to turn of events. Vince was going to have kittens.

Jeff couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen.

"But hey, you can't keep a good man down, that's what I always say. And so I went and had a little encounter with the Undertaker. He's in hospital at the moment, in case you were wondering. I took the Hardcore belt as an offering to the other side. And I went to the person Lita has bitched about the most in the years I've known her, the owner of ECW, Stephanie McMahon. Stephanie was only too happy to let me join her company." Matt grinned into the crowd. This felt so damn good. Shit, the pain killers for his head aches didn't feel this good. He turned and smiled at Stephanie who smirked back at him. Oh, she was definitely liking this too. Anything to get one over Daddy dearest. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am now officially an Alliance member and we are going to destroy the WWF and everyone, and I mean *everyone*, who works for the WWF."

Lita and Jeff watched in silent anguish as Matt dropped the microphone and left the ring, arm in arm with Stephanie McMahon.

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For the sake of this Fic, Undertaker was the Hadrcore champ at the time. I really have no idea who was so I decide. Mwa ha ha ha. Author on a power trip. Ha ha hahahahaha!!!!

I know I promised more of my other fics but I just can't get this one out of my head. Fortunately, I know where it's going and it should been finished in a few weeks. Hopefully. Until then, the rest are on hiatus unless I get an idea in my head that won't go away. Sorry to Lisa because I know you want to see what happens to Edge and Christian in My Enemy's Enemy. I'll do my best to get it up soon.

Anyways, it's time for me to go eat chocolate. Stay tuned for more exciting installments.

Until next time. Bellerophon