Sticking Together
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the names or likenesses of World Wrestling Entertainment and quite frankly don't have the money to say that I do.
Hello there, folks. Some people may have read some of my other fiction (if I'm on your author alert, you've read The Aftermath), but this is my first time on the WWE train. This fic involves mainly Lita, Jeff Hardy, and Matt Hardy. Cameo's by some other wrestler's will come to be, but these are the main peeps. Enjoy!
NOTE: This story is written as if the storyline was real. I am no stranger to the fact that the WWE and it's storyline is fake. Don't criticise me over that. Thank you!
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Amy's eyes shot open. She had no idea where she was. She had no idea when it was. The last she remembered, it was...
The car crash.
She quickly rose. She was in a hospital bed. A nurse walked by the door.
"You're up!" she said, with a grin.
"Where is he?" Amy quickly asked.
The grin faded. "He's a couple rooms down. He was in ER last night, but they moved him. He's still not awake."
"Who hit us?"
"His brother. He was upset about something. Got drunk."
"Is Matt ok?" She kinda hoped he wasn't.
"He is just fine. We're waiting to see if his brother wants to press charges."
"I guess I have one more question. Was I unconscious?"
"No. Well, kind of. You were freaking out and fainted out of trauma. You woke up sometimes and started screaming for Jeff. The doctors sedated you. Noticed you're not in a hospital gown?"
No, she hadn't. She looked down to see she was still in her street clothes.
"Is it all right if I go see him?"
"He has company right now, but I don't see why not. He's just two doors to the left."
Amy got up and left the room. She walked to the room. What she saw confused her.
Matt was there, sitting beside the bed. Crying.
She just listened as he talked to Jeff.
"I keep apologizing like this, it will be like the time I nearly broke your leg when we were wrestling on the trampoline. Remember that? We were just little kids then. But I am sorry, Jeff. I'm sorry about the crash. I'm sorry about all of the terrible times we've had lately. I'm sorry about what I've done to Amy. I'm sorry for everything, man. Just wake up. Wake up so I know your fine."
He was just silent after that.
Amy quietly approached and sat beside him, startling him. His eyes still had tears in them.
She didn't look at him. Just stared at Jeff.
Without looking at Matt, she said, "It's ok, Matt."
"Don't I wish. If it was ok, my little brother wouldn't be here on a hospital bed. And to punish me even further, God made sure I was ok. So that my conscience would eat me alive."
"He's not dead."
"Not yet. What if he does die, Ames? What would I do?"
"If you wanna do me a favor, you'd go out there and bust your ass in the ring like the Matt Hardy I used to know."
Matt and Amy quickly turned to see Jeff, eyes closed, but obviously awake.
"I'm so sorry, Jeff," Matt spit out quickly.
"Don't worry about it. I may have never been hit by a car, but I've fallen off of stuff that people are scared to climb, so I should be ok."
Amy smiled. "You have a good point."
She reached out and grabbed his hand. He could hardly squeeze back.
He faintly smiled. "Howdy, doc!"
Amy turned around to see a doctor in the doorway.
"I see you're awake, Mr. Hardy. How are you feeling?"
"Head hurts. Hard to breathe. And is my arm broke? Feel's like I got hit by a car."
He turned his head to Matt and grinned. Matt blushed in shame.
"Yeah, uh, sorry about that."
"That's all right. Builds charactar."
"I was just a little... uh..."
"Drunk?"
"Yeah... How'd ya guess?"
Jeff chuckled softly. "You always get very drunk when you lose a championship match."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Usually so drunk, you forget you're drunk."
"That would explain a whole lot."
Amy couldn't help but giggle softly. Here were the Hardy Boyz. Actually having a friendly conversation.
"Well, guys," Amy said, still holding Jeff's hand. "Where do we go now?"
A nurse walked in. "He's not going anywhere for a few days, so I reccomend you either stay here with him or go without him."
Jeff's eyes opened a little wider upon hearing this. "How long do I have to stay?"
The nurse shrugged. "It's really up to the doctor. But you were, in one way to say it, pretty messed up when they got you out of that car. You might be here for a week or so. Seeing how as you can move alright now, we'll have you in rehab in no time." Matt shook his head. "I can stay here for a day or so, but I can't miss work. I took all of my vacation time for this year already."
"I'll stay with him," Amy said.
Jeff smiled. "Great. I'd rather have you then the guy that's bound to kill me here anyway. I think you're safer."
Matt laughed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck you too. I need coffee. I'll be back."
Matt left. Amy turned to Jeff and just looked into his eyes. She saw the Jeff Hardy she used to know. Energetic. Playful. Truly happy.
"You're glad the old Matt is back, too, huh?" Jeff said.
She nodded. "Yeah. It's good that we can pick off where we all left off."
Jeff shook his head. "No. We can't. This is going to be a whole new beginning for Team Extreme."
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Now you give me feedback, monkeys! Tell me just how it makes you feels. Tell me about your childhood. What do you see in this ink blot? Or just tell me whether you like my fic or not. Either one. Until we meet again, I must say adios!
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the names or likenesses of World Wrestling Entertainment and quite frankly don't have the money to say that I do.
Hello there, folks. Some people may have read some of my other fiction (if I'm on your author alert, you've read The Aftermath), but this is my first time on the WWE train. This fic involves mainly Lita, Jeff Hardy, and Matt Hardy. Cameo's by some other wrestler's will come to be, but these are the main peeps. Enjoy!
NOTE: This story is written as if the storyline was real. I am no stranger to the fact that the WWE and it's storyline is fake. Don't criticise me over that. Thank you!
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Amy's eyes shot open. She had no idea where she was. She had no idea when it was. The last she remembered, it was...
The car crash.
She quickly rose. She was in a hospital bed. A nurse walked by the door.
"You're up!" she said, with a grin.
"Where is he?" Amy quickly asked.
The grin faded. "He's a couple rooms down. He was in ER last night, but they moved him. He's still not awake."
"Who hit us?"
"His brother. He was upset about something. Got drunk."
"Is Matt ok?" She kinda hoped he wasn't.
"He is just fine. We're waiting to see if his brother wants to press charges."
"I guess I have one more question. Was I unconscious?"
"No. Well, kind of. You were freaking out and fainted out of trauma. You woke up sometimes and started screaming for Jeff. The doctors sedated you. Noticed you're not in a hospital gown?"
No, she hadn't. She looked down to see she was still in her street clothes.
"Is it all right if I go see him?"
"He has company right now, but I don't see why not. He's just two doors to the left."
Amy got up and left the room. She walked to the room. What she saw confused her.
Matt was there, sitting beside the bed. Crying.
She just listened as he talked to Jeff.
"I keep apologizing like this, it will be like the time I nearly broke your leg when we were wrestling on the trampoline. Remember that? We were just little kids then. But I am sorry, Jeff. I'm sorry about the crash. I'm sorry about all of the terrible times we've had lately. I'm sorry about what I've done to Amy. I'm sorry for everything, man. Just wake up. Wake up so I know your fine."
He was just silent after that.
Amy quietly approached and sat beside him, startling him. His eyes still had tears in them.
She didn't look at him. Just stared at Jeff.
Without looking at Matt, she said, "It's ok, Matt."
"Don't I wish. If it was ok, my little brother wouldn't be here on a hospital bed. And to punish me even further, God made sure I was ok. So that my conscience would eat me alive."
"He's not dead."
"Not yet. What if he does die, Ames? What would I do?"
"If you wanna do me a favor, you'd go out there and bust your ass in the ring like the Matt Hardy I used to know."
Matt and Amy quickly turned to see Jeff, eyes closed, but obviously awake.
"I'm so sorry, Jeff," Matt spit out quickly.
"Don't worry about it. I may have never been hit by a car, but I've fallen off of stuff that people are scared to climb, so I should be ok."
Amy smiled. "You have a good point."
She reached out and grabbed his hand. He could hardly squeeze back.
He faintly smiled. "Howdy, doc!"
Amy turned around to see a doctor in the doorway.
"I see you're awake, Mr. Hardy. How are you feeling?"
"Head hurts. Hard to breathe. And is my arm broke? Feel's like I got hit by a car."
He turned his head to Matt and grinned. Matt blushed in shame.
"Yeah, uh, sorry about that."
"That's all right. Builds charactar."
"I was just a little... uh..."
"Drunk?"
"Yeah... How'd ya guess?"
Jeff chuckled softly. "You always get very drunk when you lose a championship match."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Usually so drunk, you forget you're drunk."
"That would explain a whole lot."
Amy couldn't help but giggle softly. Here were the Hardy Boyz. Actually having a friendly conversation.
"Well, guys," Amy said, still holding Jeff's hand. "Where do we go now?"
A nurse walked in. "He's not going anywhere for a few days, so I reccomend you either stay here with him or go without him."
Jeff's eyes opened a little wider upon hearing this. "How long do I have to stay?"
The nurse shrugged. "It's really up to the doctor. But you were, in one way to say it, pretty messed up when they got you out of that car. You might be here for a week or so. Seeing how as you can move alright now, we'll have you in rehab in no time." Matt shook his head. "I can stay here for a day or so, but I can't miss work. I took all of my vacation time for this year already."
"I'll stay with him," Amy said.
Jeff smiled. "Great. I'd rather have you then the guy that's bound to kill me here anyway. I think you're safer."
Matt laughed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck you too. I need coffee. I'll be back."
Matt left. Amy turned to Jeff and just looked into his eyes. She saw the Jeff Hardy she used to know. Energetic. Playful. Truly happy.
"You're glad the old Matt is back, too, huh?" Jeff said.
She nodded. "Yeah. It's good that we can pick off where we all left off."
Jeff shook his head. "No. We can't. This is going to be a whole new beginning for Team Extreme."
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Now you give me feedback, monkeys! Tell me just how it makes you feels. Tell me about your childhood. What do you see in this ink blot? Or just tell me whether you like my fic or not. Either one. Until we meet again, I must say adios!