Author's Note: Ahh, I'm back. I meant to get this up earlier, but I'm
having a hard time staying at my computer for more than ten minutes at a
time, so i have to write everything in parts. I am hoping to get this up
byTuesday morning, but I don't know, to be honest, cause it really starts
hurting to sit here for so long. I hope it doesn't turn out too short!
Thanks again so much for the great reviews!
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Title: Undisputed chapter seven Author: Hearts Desire Chapter Rating: PG-13 for language, slash, implied to partial rape, references and possibility ofdrugs.
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Shannon closed his eyes tightly, moaning at the gigantic headache that snapped across him. He brought a hand up to his forehead and grimaced. He must be running a fever. Not only did his head hurt, his stomach hurt, his throat was dry, and his ribs hurt.
"Look whose decided to come back to the land of the living."
Shannon couldn't help himself; he opened his eyes and looked towards the voice that had spoken. He jumped, noticing Matt slung across a chair, reading a magazine.
"What're you doing here?"
"I came to check up on you. He really did a number on you." Matt sighed, heading over.
"Who?"
"Who else, Shannon? Jeff, obviously. You remember."
"What?"
"I said, Jeff. He really did a number on you."
Shannon furrowed his eyebrows, closing his eyes. Even though the lights were on low, they still only caused more pain to his pounding head.
"What'd he do?"
" Oh, of course you don't remember, it must be that beating and the pills that added to you."
"Huh?"
"What is this, '20 Questions'?"
"Sorry." Shannon apologized softly, flinching at Matt's voice.
"Shh, shh. It's okay. I'm so sorry for raising my voice at you. You must be so scared after what Jeff did." Matt repeated, smirking since Shannon couldn't see.
"What'd he do?"
"He drugged you Shann, and then he beat the hell out of you. I was so lucky to have come back over to get my coat, or it might have been too late."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I don't believe that." Shannon growled softly.
He might be hurting, but he seriously doubted that Jeff would do anything like that to him. He groaned again as Matt was quickly positioned over him. He could feel Matt's body heat against him, making none-but more uncomfortable and he could smell that liquor and spearamint gum; along with the hot breath against his face. He shivered as Matt's hand grasped the side of his face.
"Trust me." Matt scowled convincingly, "Don't you remember? He hit you ... he yelled at you .. he pushed you WAY past your limits."
"That was years ago." Shannon whispered.
"No, no, Shannon. Don't you remember? You were in the kitchen, and he came from behind. Please tell me you remember! Prove to me he hasn't messed up your mind!" Matt begged, falsely putting on a show of tears.
Matt looked deep in to Shannon's eyes as he spoke and Shannon had no choice but to try and remember the account that Matt was speaking about.
"Please tell me, Shann! Tell me you haven't turned against me. Show me he hasn't killed your mind." Matt begged again.
Shannon closed his eyes tightly, trying to breath though Matt's body was forcing the air out of him. But he couldn't speak, he was thrown in to thinking instead. He tried to remember what he had done lately. He couldn't remember that morning. He couldn't remember the previous night. He couldn't realy remember anything. He saw Jeff's face flash in front of his eyes.
He was in this living room, Jeff was over him, he could feel Jeff against him. Shannon gasped slightly, being thrown back to the present. He immediately became suffocated; Matt was in the same position as Jeff was in the flashback. He struggled against Matt's hard body.
"What's wrong, Shannon?" Matt asked, setting back a little.
Shannon pushed back against the couch cushions, moaning and trying to get Matt off of him. He could feel the tears start to cloud his eyes.
"Please, Jeff, get off." he begged.
Matt smiled when he heard the name of his little brother in the sentance instead of his own. He knew right then that he had Shannon under control. He placed a hand over Shannon's heated forehead catching the heat before covering his eyes. He ran the other hand underneath Shannon's shirt, running it up and down before leaning in and kissing Shannon harshly.
"Stop, Jeff." Shannon moaned, trying to struggle away.
Matt sat back, getting up and opening and shutting the door before kneeling next to Shannon.
"Shannon? Shannon, it's Matt, are you okay?"
Shannon looked up at the comforting voice that called to him. He sighed, noticing the older Hardy. He quickly made his way in to Matt's arms. Matt held the small man closely, comforting him by rubbing his back.
"It's okay, Shannon, what happened?"
"I-I think Jeff was here." Shannon sobbed.
"Shh, he's gone now. It's okay. I think you're sick, though. Come on, I'll run you a shower, then I'll set you your bed."
Shannon nodded, sniffling. Matt helped him up and ran his shower. Matt waited until he was sure that the small blonde was under the shower before heading in to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass of water and filled it before heading back to the drawer under the phone. Taking out a small white- ish pill, he dropped it in to the water, watching it dissolve. He set it by the bed before sitting on it and waiting for Shannon to get out.
Not too long later, the water in the bathroom turned off. Shannon came out slowly, keeping his hands on the wall to steady himself. He was really starting to feel bad. He squinted ahead of him and noticed Matt coming his way. He allowed the eldest Hardy to lead him to the bed. The soft cold sheets caused him to shiver, but he curled in to them anyways. He felt Matt sit him up a couple of seconds later and place a glass at his lips.
"Here, Shann. Drink this and get some sleep."
Shannon took a drink of it then coughed. He moaned, pushing it lightly away. "It tastes bad."
"It's okay. It's only because you are sick." Matt reassured.
Shannon nodded, taking the glass shakily back in to his hands. Once he downed the water, he layed back.
"Are you going to stay with me?" he asked sleepily.
"Of course." Matt replied.
"Thanks, Matty."
Matt smiled at the use of his childhood nickname; back when he was Matty, Jeff was Jeffy, and Shannon was that pesky little kid who begged to be let on the trampoline and practice. He could remember it like it was yesterday.
"No problem. Get some sleep."
Thanks again so much for the great reviews!
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Title: Undisputed chapter seven Author: Hearts Desire Chapter Rating: PG-13 for language, slash, implied to partial rape, references and possibility ofdrugs.
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Shannon closed his eyes tightly, moaning at the gigantic headache that snapped across him. He brought a hand up to his forehead and grimaced. He must be running a fever. Not only did his head hurt, his stomach hurt, his throat was dry, and his ribs hurt.
"Look whose decided to come back to the land of the living."
Shannon couldn't help himself; he opened his eyes and looked towards the voice that had spoken. He jumped, noticing Matt slung across a chair, reading a magazine.
"What're you doing here?"
"I came to check up on you. He really did a number on you." Matt sighed, heading over.
"Who?"
"Who else, Shannon? Jeff, obviously. You remember."
"What?"
"I said, Jeff. He really did a number on you."
Shannon furrowed his eyebrows, closing his eyes. Even though the lights were on low, they still only caused more pain to his pounding head.
"What'd he do?"
" Oh, of course you don't remember, it must be that beating and the pills that added to you."
"Huh?"
"What is this, '20 Questions'?"
"Sorry." Shannon apologized softly, flinching at Matt's voice.
"Shh, shh. It's okay. I'm so sorry for raising my voice at you. You must be so scared after what Jeff did." Matt repeated, smirking since Shannon couldn't see.
"What'd he do?"
"He drugged you Shann, and then he beat the hell out of you. I was so lucky to have come back over to get my coat, or it might have been too late."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I don't believe that." Shannon growled softly.
He might be hurting, but he seriously doubted that Jeff would do anything like that to him. He groaned again as Matt was quickly positioned over him. He could feel Matt's body heat against him, making none-but more uncomfortable and he could smell that liquor and spearamint gum; along with the hot breath against his face. He shivered as Matt's hand grasped the side of his face.
"Trust me." Matt scowled convincingly, "Don't you remember? He hit you ... he yelled at you .. he pushed you WAY past your limits."
"That was years ago." Shannon whispered.
"No, no, Shannon. Don't you remember? You were in the kitchen, and he came from behind. Please tell me you remember! Prove to me he hasn't messed up your mind!" Matt begged, falsely putting on a show of tears.
Matt looked deep in to Shannon's eyes as he spoke and Shannon had no choice but to try and remember the account that Matt was speaking about.
"Please tell me, Shann! Tell me you haven't turned against me. Show me he hasn't killed your mind." Matt begged again.
Shannon closed his eyes tightly, trying to breath though Matt's body was forcing the air out of him. But he couldn't speak, he was thrown in to thinking instead. He tried to remember what he had done lately. He couldn't remember that morning. He couldn't remember the previous night. He couldn't realy remember anything. He saw Jeff's face flash in front of his eyes.
He was in this living room, Jeff was over him, he could feel Jeff against him. Shannon gasped slightly, being thrown back to the present. He immediately became suffocated; Matt was in the same position as Jeff was in the flashback. He struggled against Matt's hard body.
"What's wrong, Shannon?" Matt asked, setting back a little.
Shannon pushed back against the couch cushions, moaning and trying to get Matt off of him. He could feel the tears start to cloud his eyes.
"Please, Jeff, get off." he begged.
Matt smiled when he heard the name of his little brother in the sentance instead of his own. He knew right then that he had Shannon under control. He placed a hand over Shannon's heated forehead catching the heat before covering his eyes. He ran the other hand underneath Shannon's shirt, running it up and down before leaning in and kissing Shannon harshly.
"Stop, Jeff." Shannon moaned, trying to struggle away.
Matt sat back, getting up and opening and shutting the door before kneeling next to Shannon.
"Shannon? Shannon, it's Matt, are you okay?"
Shannon looked up at the comforting voice that called to him. He sighed, noticing the older Hardy. He quickly made his way in to Matt's arms. Matt held the small man closely, comforting him by rubbing his back.
"It's okay, Shannon, what happened?"
"I-I think Jeff was here." Shannon sobbed.
"Shh, he's gone now. It's okay. I think you're sick, though. Come on, I'll run you a shower, then I'll set you your bed."
Shannon nodded, sniffling. Matt helped him up and ran his shower. Matt waited until he was sure that the small blonde was under the shower before heading in to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass of water and filled it before heading back to the drawer under the phone. Taking out a small white- ish pill, he dropped it in to the water, watching it dissolve. He set it by the bed before sitting on it and waiting for Shannon to get out.
Not too long later, the water in the bathroom turned off. Shannon came out slowly, keeping his hands on the wall to steady himself. He was really starting to feel bad. He squinted ahead of him and noticed Matt coming his way. He allowed the eldest Hardy to lead him to the bed. The soft cold sheets caused him to shiver, but he curled in to them anyways. He felt Matt sit him up a couple of seconds later and place a glass at his lips.
"Here, Shann. Drink this and get some sleep."
Shannon took a drink of it then coughed. He moaned, pushing it lightly away. "It tastes bad."
"It's okay. It's only because you are sick." Matt reassured.
Shannon nodded, taking the glass shakily back in to his hands. Once he downed the water, he layed back.
"Are you going to stay with me?" he asked sleepily.
"Of course." Matt replied.
"Thanks, Matty."
Matt smiled at the use of his childhood nickname; back when he was Matty, Jeff was Jeffy, and Shannon was that pesky little kid who begged to be let on the trampoline and practice. He could remember it like it was yesterday.
"No problem. Get some sleep."