The Missing Piece
By Cold-Zephyr
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Rating: PG13 for mild language and some intimate scenes
Genre: Romance
Description/Summary: Jeff returns to WWE to win back Trish, and ends up brokenhearted. Will he ever find love?
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Chapter 2: Second In A Row
"Can't say I didn't see it coming," Jeff's bandmate Shannon said when Jeff expressed his intentions to return to the WWE. "You never did seem the same after leaving Trish behind," Justin agreed. "So we say: Go for it, Jeff."
"What about you guys?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, we'll be fine. Don't worry about us. I'm sure Justin can take your place as vocalist. But you'll always be welcome here if you ever change your mind."
"Thanks. I'll miss you guys." Jeff shook their hands before making his way out the door.
"We'll miss you too, Jeff. We'll miss you too."
~
The next RAW show was in Detroit, Michigan. Upon recognizing him, the security guards backstage let him in. On his way to Vince McMahon's office, he passed by Stacy Keibler, who was busy comforting an uncharacteristically downtrodden Chris Jericho. She grinned excitedly as she saw him walk by. Even Chris, who seemed to be on the verge of tears at that time, managed the tiniest of smiles. "Hey, what's up, Jeff?"
"Jeff Hardy, is that you?" Stacy squealed as she embraced him.
"Last time I checked, yeah," he laughed, returning the hug. "How long's it been, Stacy, Chris?"
"It's so great to see you again! We all missed you sooo much! The locker room's gonna go wild once they find out that Jeff Hardy's made a comeback."
"Yeah...see you later, Stace. Keep it cool, Chris. Gotta talk to the boss."
He passed several dressing rooms in the hallway, and came to a sudden halt when he saw the name "Trish Stratus" on one of the locker room doors. His heart skipped a beat. If anything, Trish was the reason he even considered coming back. Might as well say hello, right? And then get down on both his knees and confess that he needed her desperately in his life because he would never be complete again without her. So anyway...
He nervously knocked on the door. "Trish?" No answer. Maybe she wasn't there. He did hear some moaning and grunting, though. Perhaps she was having some trouble fitting into a new outfit? It didn't sound like it. And besides, there was hardly any garment that Trish couldn't easily slip her petite body into. He decided to look inside. "You there, Trish?" What he saw next shattered his heart into a million pieces.
Trish was there, after all. But so was Jay Reso, who was busy shoving his tongue down her throat at the moment while she moaned in pleasure. It was a sickening sight for Jeff to witness. "Oh, shit," he choked as he ran away. Trish broke away from Jay as she ran towards the open dressing room door. "Jeff, wait, I---" But Jeff was gone.
Stacy and Chris saw Jeff run back towards the exit with tears running down his cheeks.
"Trish Stratus strikes again," Chris sighed.
"Second heart broken in a row," Stacy continued. "Poor Jeff. So much for the comeback of the century..."
Leaving the arena, Jeff tried with all his might to stop the tears from flowing, but couldn't. He went all the way here to Detroit for Trish, the love of his life, just to see her swapping spit with that disgusting, cocky bastard Jay. "Fuck, I feel like such an idiot," he growled through gritted teeth. What was he going to do with his life now, when the woman he thought would complete it had obviously forgotten about him, about their love?
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Jay slithered his arms around Trish's waist, breathing into her ear. "Now, back to what we were doing..."
"Not now," Trish wriggled free from his grasp. "Where did he go? Shit...Jeff..." She left the dressing room and walked towards the exit, leaving Jay behind.
"Maybe some other time, then," Jay muttered, having been left unsatisfied.
"Jeff? Jeff?" Trish called out. She then spotted Chris and Stacy standing nearby. "Hey, have you seen---" She stopped abruptly, as Stacy and Chris shot her dirty looks.
"Leave him alone, Trish. Haven't you done enough already?"
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(Days later...)
Jeff Hardy was back home in Cameron, North Carolina. He wasn't crying anymore, rather he was absolutely devoid of any emotion whatsoever. He felt empty yet again, and worse off than when he started. The puzzle that was just missing a piece before was now missing all its pieces. He sat on the couch, blankly staring into space, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
No...it couldn't be. Had Trish come to say sorry? All the emotions came rushing back into his heart now. He trembled nervously as he reached for the doorknob. What would he say to her? "Go away, you cheap slut"? Or "I need you..." his heart longed to say the second one but Jeff prepared himself to yell the first one in her face and then angrily slam the door on her. He breathed deeply and twisted the doorknob...
"Hi, Jeff..."
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Who is it? What will Jeff do? Stay tuned for Chapter 3: The Effects of Alcohol!
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Rating: PG13 for mild language and some intimate scenes
Genre: Romance
Description/Summary: Jeff returns to WWE to win back Trish, and ends up brokenhearted. Will he ever find love?
~~~
Chapter 2: Second In A Row
"Can't say I didn't see it coming," Jeff's bandmate Shannon said when Jeff expressed his intentions to return to the WWE. "You never did seem the same after leaving Trish behind," Justin agreed. "So we say: Go for it, Jeff."
"What about you guys?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, we'll be fine. Don't worry about us. I'm sure Justin can take your place as vocalist. But you'll always be welcome here if you ever change your mind."
"Thanks. I'll miss you guys." Jeff shook their hands before making his way out the door.
"We'll miss you too, Jeff. We'll miss you too."
~
The next RAW show was in Detroit, Michigan. Upon recognizing him, the security guards backstage let him in. On his way to Vince McMahon's office, he passed by Stacy Keibler, who was busy comforting an uncharacteristically downtrodden Chris Jericho. She grinned excitedly as she saw him walk by. Even Chris, who seemed to be on the verge of tears at that time, managed the tiniest of smiles. "Hey, what's up, Jeff?"
"Jeff Hardy, is that you?" Stacy squealed as she embraced him.
"Last time I checked, yeah," he laughed, returning the hug. "How long's it been, Stacy, Chris?"
"It's so great to see you again! We all missed you sooo much! The locker room's gonna go wild once they find out that Jeff Hardy's made a comeback."
"Yeah...see you later, Stace. Keep it cool, Chris. Gotta talk to the boss."
He passed several dressing rooms in the hallway, and came to a sudden halt when he saw the name "Trish Stratus" on one of the locker room doors. His heart skipped a beat. If anything, Trish was the reason he even considered coming back. Might as well say hello, right? And then get down on both his knees and confess that he needed her desperately in his life because he would never be complete again without her. So anyway...
He nervously knocked on the door. "Trish?" No answer. Maybe she wasn't there. He did hear some moaning and grunting, though. Perhaps she was having some trouble fitting into a new outfit? It didn't sound like it. And besides, there was hardly any garment that Trish couldn't easily slip her petite body into. He decided to look inside. "You there, Trish?" What he saw next shattered his heart into a million pieces.
Trish was there, after all. But so was Jay Reso, who was busy shoving his tongue down her throat at the moment while she moaned in pleasure. It was a sickening sight for Jeff to witness. "Oh, shit," he choked as he ran away. Trish broke away from Jay as she ran towards the open dressing room door. "Jeff, wait, I---" But Jeff was gone.
Stacy and Chris saw Jeff run back towards the exit with tears running down his cheeks.
"Trish Stratus strikes again," Chris sighed.
"Second heart broken in a row," Stacy continued. "Poor Jeff. So much for the comeback of the century..."
Leaving the arena, Jeff tried with all his might to stop the tears from flowing, but couldn't. He went all the way here to Detroit for Trish, the love of his life, just to see her swapping spit with that disgusting, cocky bastard Jay. "Fuck, I feel like such an idiot," he growled through gritted teeth. What was he going to do with his life now, when the woman he thought would complete it had obviously forgotten about him, about their love?
~
Jay slithered his arms around Trish's waist, breathing into her ear. "Now, back to what we were doing..."
"Not now," Trish wriggled free from his grasp. "Where did he go? Shit...Jeff..." She left the dressing room and walked towards the exit, leaving Jay behind.
"Maybe some other time, then," Jay muttered, having been left unsatisfied.
"Jeff? Jeff?" Trish called out. She then spotted Chris and Stacy standing nearby. "Hey, have you seen---" She stopped abruptly, as Stacy and Chris shot her dirty looks.
"Leave him alone, Trish. Haven't you done enough already?"
~
(Days later...)
Jeff Hardy was back home in Cameron, North Carolina. He wasn't crying anymore, rather he was absolutely devoid of any emotion whatsoever. He felt empty yet again, and worse off than when he started. The puzzle that was just missing a piece before was now missing all its pieces. He sat on the couch, blankly staring into space, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
No...it couldn't be. Had Trish come to say sorry? All the emotions came rushing back into his heart now. He trembled nervously as he reached for the doorknob. What would he say to her? "Go away, you cheap slut"? Or "I need you..." his heart longed to say the second one but Jeff prepared himself to yell the first one in her face and then angrily slam the door on her. He breathed deeply and twisted the doorknob...
"Hi, Jeff..."
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Who is it? What will Jeff do? Stay tuned for Chapter 3: The Effects of Alcohol!