A/N: "Hey! Thought I'd do this at the beginning of the chapter today! Well I think there are some re-answering to do to some of ur greatly-appreciated reviews! First off, Me, and Not You (im tlkin to U! lol. Just a lil j/k) Hey I didn't know Amy was a THING either! Lol. But she got those things which she does these cool . . . things . . . u'know what Im tlkin abt? Thingys! Lol. No just kidding again, it's a figure of speech Einstein LOL. What I MEANT was: Only Amy is making Matt able to relax and get cleared of every-other-troubled thing in his world off his mind because of the love she gives him. Cool! Thts a sorta-nice dialog huh? Hmm . . . I think I might use tht later on! Anywho, hope tht clears things up a bit kiddo. And Lil Mary: Gee I'd love 2-chat wit ya but I don't have A-O-L! L-O-L but I use M-S-N! haha. Well take care and thanks again to both of you AND Chrissy and Nina for the reviews! Now on wit the chapter that will most-likely create a path for Jeff Nero Hardy's own troubled heart . . ."

Chapter 15

The echoes from the standing-audience were made from the chanting of his name, the bright flashes of millions of cameras being clicked and flickered at every motion he made. Every blood cell in his body felt like exploding with proud-ness at that frozen-second while he reached out to grab hold of the glory of a golden strap. He stood at the top of a 20-foot ladder while his enemies were drained-dead back in the center of the squared-circle, lying down on their backs 20feet below . . . as Jeff Hardy had this match won.

He easily opened the attached Intercontinental-Title off the hook that was descended from the roof of the sold-out arena of the WWE's most glorified Pay-Per-View Exclusive—Wrestlemania.

With the cheers that lifted his spirit to the top-most platform, it as was if Jeff could really feel that rush of excitement in his energized body once again, it was as if he had finally reached the vibe of heroism, of being a high-flying wrestler yet again.

He was weak at that point though, the battle was intense; the match had drained him of the lack of strength. But he felt nothing of it, Jeff's mind was in the extreme of moments and it seemed to go without taking a stop. Looking down stores below, Jeff saw his opponent lying on top of a table, or what was remained of him at least. Blood-washed with his own red-substance, it was the remains of Chris Jericho, he seemed helpless as his busted-head dripped gallons upon gallons of blood, Jericho couldn't move. And that was exactly what Jeff wanted.

Deciding his next breath-taking maneuver and to what looked like a face clenched to gain revenge, Jeff Hardy stood firmly at the top of the 20foot ladder, not fearing the least of falling down as that is what he wanted. He wanted a perfect Swanton Bomb landed on the already injured ribs of Jericho, he wanted to do what the fans wanted him to do. He wanted to crush Chris Jericho and return him the pain he crested and presented to Jeff and Trish together . . . of course, a few broken ribs wouldn't do much, but it could come close.

Buckling on the Intercontinental title at the last-button to keep it loose, Jeff Nero Hardy posed his famous pose, screaming out his rage as he aimed at the target who shook with pain like a fish, it was simple but affective and pleasing to his soul. The fans were insane as they witnessed their idol performing another high-risk move that may, or may not, be the end of his life. With a simple prayer under his breath, Jeff steadied to leap off the metal-support, but.

There was always a but.

There was always a road-block, there was always SOMEONE who would and could prevent Jeff from doing or taking such a high-risked move, in result, that SOMEONE could also break Jeff's motive and cause him to fly from ontop of the ladder and send him crashing down over 30feet below on the raw road outside of the ring . . . and that certain someone . . . who pushed the ladder just now only so that Jeff Hardy could fall off of it and receive more pain than he would if he did the Swanton. . . that hypocrite of a person was . . .

Matt Hardy Version One, Jeff's own brother.

"GAAH!" The shock of that dream was enough for Jeff to tear away from his sleep. That dream, or nightmare or what the hell ever that was. His eyes spouted open, he breathed very strongly and loudly, but he didn't move from his current position. Jeff laid on his bed, on his tummy with his hand under his soft white pillows, back in the safe location of his current home in North Carolina. The Hardy swallowed down hard as he slammed his hand to stop the annoying alarm clock that made him burst out from that . . . vision.

Slowly, he got up to a sitting position; his heart raced in great speed . . . what a horrifying nightmare that was. For one moment, Jeff was at the brink of achieving his dreams and gaining his goals, but at the same time, his OWN brother destroyed him of that moment.

Jeff trailed a hand to remove the strands of blonde-hair that was splattered on his face and forehead. He noticed he was sweating very drastically. It must've been the dream, or the fact that he had taken an extra-dosage of Painkillers the night before, painkillers that also had the side-advantage of curing any fever in one's body. Clearly, he was sweating for a lot of reasons.

"Oh . . . god what a night." Jeff heaved out a long sigh as he rubbed his senses back in place, last night was sort of a guys-only party thing at his house, Shane Helms, Shannon Moore, his buddies, most of the guys at NC were there for Jeff's returning celebration. But more importantly that it was first Monday of 2004. Jeff hated to party like that; he was more of the poetic person of the family or group . . . a quiet person. The 'Hurricane' Shane Helms had somehow managed to get back to his hometown for the celebration after the Raw. But still, that Raw . . . god that Raw Episode that aired last night. Jeff could imagine why he saw this dream; it must have had SOMETHING to do with last night's Raw.

Staring back at the clock that was beside the bed, the time read 7:15AM in a digital-green color. Just by looking at the clock made Jeff's heart swell with pain . . . he remembered SO well how he first got that thing . . . he remembered who gave it to him on his last birthday, so many months ago:

It was a very special place on an equal special night . . . August 31st 2003. Preferably the last day of summer, but it was really August 30th, the clock had struck 12AM, meaning that day had ended and the start of a new dawn . . . or year, had started, a new year in the life of Jeffery Nero Hardy, the youngest of the Hardy Boyz. It was his 26th Birthday and a pre-celebration was to take its course in a very private and romantic manner. (S/N:[side note] this is noted as Jeff's REAL birth-date. He was born on August 31st 1977 and GOD did I had to confirm this from so many websites for the accurate date! Anywayz, enjoy the rest of the chapter)

"So? What do you think?" The sweet sound of Trish Stratus's voice against his ear only lifted Jeff Hardy's heart more than it already was. They were sitting comfortably on the soft couch, cozying closely to each other's arms as Trish's back was firmly held by Jeff's and while she breasted his shoulder. "What do I think?" He smiled, looking at the small-opened boxes that were resting on his lap. There were 7 gifts, 7 to spell out J-E-F-F-R-E-Y and each representing something he commented not a while back. "I think it's the most sweetest thing any one could do to me." His eyes found hers and they locked as one, the smile Trish gave back was enough for Jeff to press on a small kiss on the tender lips of the girl sitting against him. "Thanks," She smiled back after reviving from the peck. She wore a revealing black-dress that strapped on her shoulders and followed down her body, stopping just at her upper-tighs, a sexy one to be prescise. Her shoes were carelessly dropped somewhere on the floor, it was the midst of a summer night! Even the airconditioners were getting hot at the rapid-flowing duty they had to do.

As for Jeff, the Hardy had on some night-boxers as he was getting ready for bed before his love showed up and surprised him, a sky-blue 'North Carolina 25' basketball jersey Trish had just presented him. It wasn't something big, but out of the 7-gifts a jersey would cost less. She had already done explaining that to her boyfriend how hard it was to please the great Jeff Hardy with 7-little gifts! Joking.

"Open the next one," Trish jumped, "I have a speech-thingy ready for that."

"Really?"

"Just open it will you?" It was the last one out of the seven others.

"Well . . . don't you want me to guess it first?" Jeff kidded.

"Uff! OKAY! Try to guess . . . and ruin the moment." Her smile was changed into a frown. A little, childish frown. Forcing Jeff to laugh out at her cutish ways. "Alright! Alright! Ha, ha. I'll . . . heh, I'll open it! Lets see whats so special about this one." He could only smile again when the diva on his lap shifted quickly from a saddened face back to a cheery perky one. "Ohh!" She cued, "Wait, wait." "What?" "I want you to read the card first. It explains why I gave you 2 gifts in 1 box!"

"Cool! 2 gifts in 1 box, y'know Trishy celebrating with you is awesome!" He joked.

"Heey!" The blonde girl whined to the man she sat next to, as one considered as 'cute' she made certain whining remarks from time to time . . . her character was like that. "I like to give gifts!" She said,

"And I like GETTING them! Ha, ha, ha."

"You KNOW that isn't as funny as you thought it is Jeffy."

"Well its funny for me, now lets see here . . . hmm . . . a card." A very small-gift-card was attached to the average-sized box the Hardy held on his free hand. Opening it, he read aloud the words that was written in the wishing paper . . . the words that were designfully written by the girl he gave his heart to . . . and it did contain one sparkling 'heart' button which represented the love she had for him . . . the love she HAD for him.

Jeff read: "Here is to give you all the time you need to prepare for the love I have for you. Forever yours Trish." Small, but true, to the point and caring. Jeff Hardy looked back at Trish's eyes to see the same gaze of love and passion he had. And after that moment, he knew just how much this girl meant to him . . . she was the world for him.

Jeff looked away from Trish to see the duel gift she said she was giving him, he pulled it out of the box to find the two attached presents to be a very expensive Rolex wrist-watch, one Jeff had been dying to buy, and a digital-alarm clock, a very simple digital alarm clock that made Jeff burst into another form of laughter. "Oh my God," He said, looking at his prized gifts, "This is just what I wanted Trish! Thank you!" He gave her a small peck on the upper lips yet again.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it."

"I LOVE it!"

"Y'know you said you needed time for our relationship to work out and um . . . well, hehe. I sorta gave you time right?"

He smiled. "Yeah I guess so."

"Just remember, every morning when you wake up," Her hands took the alarm clock from Jeff's hand and placed it on the coffee table infront of them, "When you get out of bed, you will look at this clock and remember me EVERYtime! Isnt that sweet?"

"Aw shucks, I don't need any clock to remember you Trish. You are in my heart . . . you are enscribed in my soul." The Hardy looked at the gorgeous eyes of the woman infront of him . . . and to think just how beautiful she looked . . . how lovely. And to think also that HE was the one who had her heart . . . it made him feel like the complete man . . . a feeling none of his ex's could ever accomplish. He thought about continuing that last sentence . . . being a secret-poet and all, Jeffery added: "You are the one who gives me power, and faith to make me whole."

"Wow Hardy-Boy! I'm impressed! And you just said that from the top of your mind?"

"Well . . . lets just say that us poets have our ways of handeling things." Taking in the smile she gave him, Jeff leaned down on the diva's body, inserting his mouth to seal her lips and present a kiss that resulted the two young lovers to end that night in a very special way . . . a very special romantic way inside the comfort of their bed.

Yes, Jeff Hardy had asked for time to develop their relationship to the next level, but he wasted too much time to gain momentum and to complete their relationship to a full one. If he only made a move back then he could've still be with Trish Stratus today . . . despite the fact that she was 2 years older than he was.

He still sat on his bed, staring at the picture-frame of his favorite diva, a picture from her victorious babe-of-the-year2003 portfolio. He sarcastically smiled, what else could he do? He blew it, he blew it big time. "I only asked for a few months of time Trish," Jeff talked to the picture and mentally to the person. "I AM ready now." He confirmed, but the pressure to keep the tears from exploding was a bit intense. Who cared? No body was there, who would stop him from crying? Jeff bowed down his head, feeling the hot water pouring down his cheeks. He bit his lip. "I'm sorry," He said to her. "I guess, now that I am ready Trish . . . you . . . are not." Heaving out a sigh, Jeffrey placed the frame back to its original spot beside his bed and shoved the blanket off of him to start his day . . . and the main thing tonight was to go and check up on his injured knee, maybe even remove the damn casket. Jeff sighed. "I'm sorry." He whispered one more time before slowly grabbing hold of the two 'sticks', as he claimed them to be, to go towards his bathroom. It was 7:20AM and the snowing hadn't stopped.

~ Memphis ~

The time read 7:45, and the place was Trish Stratus shared hotel room with Chris Jericho, her current 'boyfriend'. But all in all, her mind was still towards that other blonde guy who had her heart . . . her mind was still set towards Jeff Hardy.

"Hey babe, you all right? You look kinda sad." Y2J asked with a concern in his voice. Was it real or fake only he would have that knowledge, trusting Chris Jericho was like asking a watermelon to drive a car. Which is, of course, impossible.

Stratus heaved out a sigh from in front of the dresser-mirror on a small table that was occupied with all of the diva's needed-makeup for each day, she was used to carry it with her all around with the heavy-duty pressure the WWE had upon their top diva. "No not really Chris." Her face was down,

"Why? What's wrong honey?" Asked the Canadian Superstar from the double-sized bed, he was munching on a pack of Doritoz 3-D, even though he hated the Dudleyz. "Is everything okay?"

She sighed again, turning away from the mirror to look at Chris leaning on their bed. "No . . . I . . . I was thinking about Jeffy."

"Jeff Hardy?"

"Yeah . . ." Her voice was on the lowest tone, just like her mood right now.

"Well what about him?"

"It's . . . well, I haven't talked to him since we returned from NC a couple of days ago. I just wish he's all right. Y'know, talk with him. He IS my friend y'know."

"And . . . me?"

"Oh Chris! You're . . . you're CHRIS. You are not my FRIEND. You are my GUY-friend! There IS a difference y'know. Don't be so jealous."

"I am NOT jealous. Why would I be jealous? Its not like he's in LOVE with you or anything . . . at least he never told me anything like that."

"Well did you ever talk with him? I mean . . . y'know, as a person?"

"Who me? Yeah of course! I mean, we're like very close. May not know about his OLDER brother Matt there . . . he . . . he has a problem with me I don't know but . . . you see how insanely he talks with me? I mean what did I do to deserve that? You know how sorry I was for calling him that at the hospital right?" This was a way to change the topic of his and Jeff's bonding, for all Chris knew, Jeff MAY have heard his name, but he just wasn't brave enough to confess it to his brother or anyone else. And after the whole conclusion of his plot last night, thanks to Evolution, Chris Jericho was living a carefree life. One that included the sexual partnership of Raw's most loved diva: Trish Stratus.

"Oh come ON Chrissy." Trish said a long tone, coming and sitting next to Jericho on the bed as he quickly maneuvered to rest his head on her lap, getting a perfect view of how the curves of her upper-body had shaped. She said, "Matt is a . . . well, you can say he's a guy who finds it hard to trust people. And, well, you and he don't have much of a brotherly-history together right?" He enjoyed as her nails flick-flacked on his loosen hair. "Wait are you saying I'm not a good-guy?"

"NO! What I'm saying is that you and Matt Hardy don't have a good-history together. I mean, have you and him ever tried to form any kind of friendship or something? I'm just saying is . . . that he doesn't KNOW the real you at this point. I'm sure that once he does, you'll see just how nice of a person he can be." She smiled down at the Jericho who had a tugged smile attached to his face.

In real, Chris was smiling at the fact of how dumb The Hardys were, and it would be better off if Matt DIDN'T know the 'real' Chris. He nodded, "Yeah I guess so. I mean, we haven't talked like friends in a long while. Maybe he just needs a better version of Chris Jericho." Chris's mouth was so close to her heaving chest, so close that he could see her tits hardening against the robe she wore, gently, the man kissed at that place. Sending a slight shiver through Trish's body. She blushed and slapped a hand on his forehead, smiling, Trish said: "Stop that!" As she realized he had been doing that for quite a long time.

Chris snickered.

"Okay, so I'm sure Matt is a GREAT person. I know him Chris, he's like an older-brother to me, and I know how nice he is . . . just like his brother."

The smile in Chris's lips closed and he pushed up from that position to sit, and not lick. "Okay Trish," He sighed, "Why are you still falling for that guy?" He knew that she knew that he was joking, but at a serious sense. "I mean, heh. For gods sake he HAD you and he blew you off! And besides, he's YOUNGER than you. You need a man like me. Strong and macho."

"Chris! I'm not FALLING for him okay?" She snapped this time, "Of course I know that YOU are the one I want but . . . yeah he was mine for a while once."

"Wait a minute, excuse me? 'MINE' for a while?"

"ONCE!"

"Trish I think you still have a thing for that kid!"

"NO I DO NOT! I love YOU." Exactly what he needed to hear. Chris smiled, as Trish suddenly realized he was just toying with her. "YOU!" "Aha, hahhahahahahhahahahaha." She threw him a pillow, hitting the blonde Canadian multiple times with that 'weapon', she herself smiling. "You still got a thing for him! Ha, ha, ha."

"Shut up okay? That wasn't funny!"

"Ha, ha . . . ahhh . . . ha." His laughs slowed down, deep down inside him, Chris Irvine Jericho was only trying to find the weak-link that Trish had . . . god damn it, she was still feeling for that Hardy! That son of a bitch still has her! These thoughts, and countless other curses were pondering through Jericho's head. Jeff Hardy was still seducing HIS babe somehow, yes she was his now. She SLEPT with him more than once, it was official that Chris Jericho's girlfriend was Trish Stratus, and no one could do anything about that. "Hey listen," Her voice broke him off from his disturbed mind, he looked at her, still keeping his masked look. "We have to head for NY tonight for a live-signing of our album!" Trish informed.

"What the Originals CD?"

"Yes!"

"Cool . . . y'know your song was really bombing there. So when are we leaving?"

"You don't KNOW?"

"Well, yeah. Just wanted to listen from your mouth." Sweet talks and faked-emotions; that was what Chris had always given her and Trish hadn't a clue about that. In her own mind, she actually felt something towards Jeff . . . she still felt it to this day, despite their break up, despite their age-difference. She still had feelings for him, and every time Chris would say something nice she always found herself remembering what Jeff would've said if he had replaced Chris. Like right now, Jeff would say: "Just wanted to hear from your lovely voice." Instead of: "Just wanted to listen from your mouth." But . . . alas it wasn't Jeff, it was Chris. And HE was her boyfriend now, no matter what she could do . . . she had to stick with this man . . . she still loved Jericho! Smiling as he gently descended to her lap once again through the whole conversation, Trish dropped a kiss on his forehead.

~ 1 Floor up, 5 doors down, Team Xtreme's room ~

Amy Christine Dumas, the lovely and most beautiful WWE diva ever to embrace the world of Raw, the comforting cold weather outside and the warm and cozy bed she was on . . . just couldn't let her get out of the sleeping state. It was so relaxing, so comforting, she was half-awake but she just didn't want to get out of the damn bed. And after the way she made love with the man she loved, Amy only wanted to remain in the bed with him, just remain there for a whole eternity. Just being with Matt had cleared her of everything the world had tortured her with, and being with him seems like the only thing she can enjoy. The only pure feeling that let both of them forget about everything else and thank the god that they had each other. Amy knew just how naked she was under the warmth of the comforter, but she didn't care a bit, it was her Matty she was with and that was she needed to know. Without opening her eyes as her brain nerves woke from the very good night's sleep, Amy wrapped a hand on Matt's side of the bed, a groan escaping her, but she only found emptiness and not the Sensei of Mattitude she was wanting.

Christine Dumas spread out her hands further and up the pillows, but still she found no one. Her face was starting to contort and she finally opened her hazel-refreshed-eyes. The emptiness shocked her.

"Matty?" She quickly raised from the bed, holding the blanket just in place to cover her womanhood. She sat on the bed, the shock was too sudden, but when she did get up . . . her heart relaxed once more as she saw her Matthew sitting at the edge of the bed, playing that old Playstation 2 Smackdown game. She sighed at that sight.

"You're awake?" He twisted his shoulder around to catch the glimpse of Lita sitting on the bed, a silly smile on her face, as she was too scared for just a simple fact as that. "Yeah!" She playfully told him as he climbed up the bed, dropping the joy-pad into the floor and to go near his Amy. "You are NOT with me! How else am I supposed to sleep if I cant have YOU?" Matt loved it when she talked like that. He gave her a hot kiss on her burning cheek just to calm her down, "I'm always with you. In your heart remember? I OWN it." He grinned, she turned that frown-up-side-down and planted a small kiss on the tip of his lips. "Good Morning to you too Hardy-Boy."

"SO hey, listen. I waited till you woke up, WHAT is our schedule today? You're the manager Miss Dumas and I demand to know just where my gorgeous girlfriend and I are supposed to go today, would you please care to inform me?" Lita gave him a sideways smile while her head tilted. "And I thought I was your girlfriend Mr. Hardy."

"You ARE Miss Dumas . . . you are . . ." But he didn't went to kiss her, instead, Matt dove into her throat, tickling her at the base point where he knew she was ticklish, smelling the aroma of her body-scent which he treasured so much. "Matty . . ." Amy giggled against him, slightly leaned backwards into the bed, "OK! OK! I don't KNOW it yet alright? Ha, ha. I need to check the tickets first! I don't KNOW it yet! [giggles]" Amy couldn't stop the tickling he gave her, she enjoyed him but oh the laughing was too much.

Finally, after a full 15 seconds, he stopped, giving at least something to breathe. "Oh God, hehe. I should stop letting you my secret places."

"I think I know ALL of your secret places Amy Dumas." He had that devilish look on his eyes again, threatening to make her laugh hard once again.

"Oh NO! Matty, please! Ha, ha. Stop that okay? I know what that look means. Just STOP! Heh, hee." So he stopped, "All right okay. I'll stop."

"Thank you."

"Soo . . . did I tell you how lovely you are looking this morning?"

"Yes you did. But you failed to tell me the time Mr. Hardy,"

"Oh well . . ." He knew exactly what to say now, "Time for—" But he couldn't finish his words.

A jolting thrush of lips and tongue pushed Matt Hardy aback as Amy Dumas gave him a kiss to stop his foolishness dead on its tracks. She knew just too well that this was what he wanted, a simple good-morning kiss filled with all the love in her heart.

The continuous down-pouring rain in the background was just a better excuse to keep the kiss and deepening it. Amy held the comforter to her chest.

(TBC)

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Next update on either Thursday, Friday or Saturday (I MAY need the 2 extra days because the next chappy is scheduled to be a bit bigger than this 1.)