TITLE: The End Is The Beginning Is The End (3/10)

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 leaves Jeff and Lita only to discover something else that could tear them apart forever.

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 TRAVEL BLIND

Matt sat comfortable in his private backstage locker room. Oh man, this was the shit. No loser of a brother sitting around annoying him, no psycho girlfriend bugging him about nothing. Just peace, quiet and two little pills he liked to call 'Headaches begone'. He began massaging his temples again and remembered the scene that had just happened in the ring. That had been so sweet. Of course, he hadn't seen Jeff or Lita's reaction but he could just imagine it. And would Vince have a stroke or what? Heh Heh. That was what Jeff and Lita got for trying to get one over Matthew Hardy.

He looked up as the door opened and Stephanie McMahon came through. "Thanks for getting me this room."

Stephanie waved the thanks away and sat down. "That was good work in the ring. Apparently Jeff and Lita were watching back stage."

Matt felt a slight pang but it quickly disappeared. "Good. I hope they fucking cried."

"That's just the attitude I like to have in ECW, Matt. I think you're going to fit right in. And as Hardcore Champion, let me tell you, there will be perks." Stephanie smiled suggestively and held out her hand. "Here's to a long working career together."

Smiling evilly, Matt took her hand and shook it gently. Things were looking up.

The happy moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. Stephanie smirked at the sound. "Sounds like you have guests." Matt was going to get up and open the door when Stephanie put a hand out. "Oh no, allow me."

She opened the door and Matt saw who his 'guests' were. He swallowed his bitter fury down and waited to see what Jeff and Lita were going to say.

Stephanie glared at the red haired woman who stood framed in the doorway, together with his brother. She shouldered past Lita and stopped outside the door. "Matty, I'm going to have a talk to some of the boys, I'll be back soon to discuss your, uh, title," Stephanie blew him a kiss and smirked at Lita before leaving. Matt couldn't help but smile at Stephanie. She really was pretty fucking smart. She knew the best way to piss Lita off and she just said it, laden with affection and sexual inuendo. Matt didn't mind it if word got around that he was doing the boss, even if he wasn't really. If it hurt Lita, it had to be alright.

Lita glared after Stephanie before looking at him with hurt eyes. Stupid bitch. Why was she upset? She had a brand spanking new Hardy, one who wouldn't go postal on her. She should be fucking jumping with joy. No more Matt, no more Matt and all that shit. Well apparently not. She looked like she was about to cry and Jeff looked damn pissed off.

Matt smiled. That was good. He would be in control here. He was the one in control, not Jeff, not Lita. Him. "Is there something you wanted?"

Lita opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out and Jeff, obviously seeing her distress, came to her rescue. "How did you find out?"

"Let's just say you two should be a bit more careful about where you discuss your *love* lives. I happened to overhear Lita's problem when she told you." Matt sat back, enjoying himself, feeling vindicated. Oh yeah, this felt much better. Jeff was the bad guy, Matt was just some poor sucker who got screwed over on the way. That felt good.

"Matt, I'm sorry you found out that way. But it just, it just happened. You've been acting so…" Jeff's voice drifted away. Matt didn't hear the words, but he knew them off by heart anyway. It was all his fault. If he hadn't been acting so distant lately, Jeff and Lita wouldn't have gotten so close against him. If he had just told Jeff why he didn't really ever want to see him, it might've been okay. If he had, god, so many things he could've done differently.

But Jeff and Lita played their part too.

"How could you do it, man?" Matt interrupted Jeff and asked *the* question. "I'm your freaking brother."

Jeff stared at him for a moment and Matt was struck by how mature Jeff seemed. Then Jeff answered in a quiet, smooth, dull voice. "I'm sorry."

That frank, emotionless apology just pissed Matt off more. If Jeff was going to give him a fake apology, he could at least try and pretend to mean it. Did decades of brotherhood mean nothing to him? "You piece of shit."

"Matt, please, can't we talk about this like adults?" Lita pleaded with him. Oh yeah, trust Lita to try and play the role of the grown up so he looked like the shit head.

"Don't talk to me, you slut! I bet you'd have been doing us both if I'd even wanted to fuck you." Matt spat out the angry, harsh words just before Jeff pushed him.

"Don't start on Lita, Matt, don't you fucking dare. You act like an asshole for ages and just expect us to forgive and forget? You pushed *us* away. We didn't want things to change," Jeff was starting to get angry. That made Matt just a little but happier. Made him feel just a little bit more sane.

"Fuck you. I might've acted like a loser but if I did, you sure as hell deserved it." Matt smirked at his younger brother, feeling quiet in control.

"What did I do!?" Jeff yelled, sounding distraught. Sure the bastard was upset, he damn well should be. He's got Matt Hardy as an enemy now. "What did I do to you to make you hate me!?"

"What did you do!? Fuck, Jeff, what didn't you do!?" Matt couldn't explain himself any better than that. And he could see that Jeff didn't understand, would probably never understand. The thought just shook him up more.

"That's a great explanation, Matt. Good reasons there." Jeff huffed.

"What more do I need? You've been doing my oh so loving girlfriend behind my back! That's not enough?!" Matt yelled at him, angry to hear anguish in his voice. He needed to get it together. He didn't need Jeff thinking he was hurting here too. He needed to get back in control. "You're a loser, Jeff. You always have been, and you always will be. Just as well you've found someone as easy as Lita, it's not like there's anyone else who want to touch a pussy piece of shit like you."

Jeff took a step towards him, arm raised as though he wanted to hit Matt. Fuck, he probably did want to hit Matt. And Matt welcomed the thought.

"Go on, Jeff, hit me!" Matt yelled. "You know you want to, so just do it, you chicken shit!" He pushed Jeff again and again until he could see Jeff getting angrier and angrier. But he was refusing to fight back. Matt felt the red anger rise and he let Jeff go. He walked away from him, and Jeff followed.

"Matt. I don't want to hit you. You're my brother," he said softly to Matt's back.

He turned and punched Jeff without thinking. Jeff spun away to the ground and Matt went to follow him, to really lay into him. That's what the blood pounding in his head called out for him to do. Give Jeff what he really deserved. He picked up Jeff by the collar and punched him again, relishing the drips of blood now sliding out of Jeff's nose. Matt was about to punch Jeff again when he felt someone pulling at his shoulder, trying to hold him off Jeff. Matt felt blind rage overtake him. No one stopped him any more. No one was allowed to hold him back. No one. Not even Lita.

Matt pushed Jeff away hard and turned, ready to punch her as well. He had already balled his fist and drawn his arm back before he realised what he was doing. This was Lita. Matt felt the blood drain away from his face as he lowered his arm. No, not in control at all.

Lita had cowered away from him. She now straightened slowly and asked him hesitantly, "Matt?"

Matt turned away. Except he couldn't escape from her eyes in his mind. Her shining sad, lost, frightened eyes. Once he would've done anything to make that look disappear from her beautiful eyes. Now he just wanted her to leave. He wanted her gone so he wouldn't have to think of how he almost just hit her. Of how his brother was now standing in front of her to defend her. Of how she was pregnant and the baby wasn't his. Of how the baby was Jeff's.

"Matt, please. I love you," she whispered. "Please."

"Get out," he whispered. All of a sudden he felt so nauseous. He turned back around and screamed, "Get the fuck outta here!"

Lita swallowed and reached to him. Matt flinched away and Jeff pulled Lita out of the room without a word and shut the door quietly behind them.

Matt stared at the closed door for a moment before feeling the bile rise. He rushed to the toilet, stumbling as the ground suddenly became uneven. He just made it, throwing up violently. He didn't know how long he sat there, head rested against the seat, waiting for the pills to kick in and somehow knowing that this time they weren't going to work. He felt the clamp tighten over his head and whimpered as tears ran down his face. God, let it stop. Let it stop, let it stop, let it stop, let it stop, let… in the back if his mind, through the roaring pain, Matt heard someone come in the room. But he couldn't find the strength to stand up and find out who it was. Instead he turned his head and waited for some one to appear. He prayed silently that who ever it was could help him feel better. Could help make the pain go away.

Stephanie knocked lightly and waited for that cute angry southern voice to answer. She stood outside for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and barging in through the door. She entered the room and looked around. Weird, there was no one inside. Stephanie could've sworn Matt was in here before she left. And there was crap thrown every where. What the hell happened while I was gone? She wandered around the room and was about to sit down and wait for Matt to come back from where ever he'd gone when she heard the oddest little noise.

Stephanie wasn't sure but she thought she could hear someone crying. Softly, but definitely crying and it kinda sounded like it was coming from the bathroom. She stood slowly and walked to the bathroom door. Peeking uncertainly around the door, Stephanie froze when she saw Matt.

He sat hunched over the toilet, tears streaming down his face. His head rested against the seat and Stephanie wasn't sure but she thought she could see drops of bright red intermixed with the vomit in the toilet. He looked up at her pleadingly with big brown, pain filled eyes.

"Steph? My head hurts," He whispered pathetically, followed by another little whimper.

Stephanie came to her senses and ran to his side. She felt his forehead just as her estranged mother used to when she was sick. He was clammy and sweaty and all things gross. Stephanie resisted the urge to withdraw her hand and groan 'ewwwww' and then say something typically bitchy like 'trust my luck to pick the sick horse'. Instead, she pulled out her mobile phone and dialled 911. A fever was one thing. Blood and vomit living together in a toilet was another. It was time for the professionals.

"Matt?" Stephanie stroked his hair. "Matt. I'm calling an ambulance, okay? I'm gonna get you to a hospital?"

Matt nodded slowly before wincing and closing his eyes. Stephanie sat there holding him and waited for the ambulance officers to arrive.

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Okay. Another chapter for this should be out in four days. Can't type. Too busy having a panic attack about school tests.