Title: A Plane crash and something Else.

Chapter Title: The end of the beginning.

Author: Amaroqwolf.

Amaroq's Notes: Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews. I know I was slow on updating this one but it just so hard for me to focus on a fanfic that is the only one of its kind in my file. I ended up adding the side story line with Jeff in there just to give me push to write more on it. Don't worry though this Fic will remain solely Chris/Steph its just I'm trying something different for a first I'm going to have a sub story line in here. Hopefully it will work out. So wish me luck and once again Thank you ALL for the kind reviews that made me know…even though the title of this story sucks. I know that the story itself is pretty good.

Rating: PG-13 for now will most likely go up later.

Dedications: To my 4 B's. Yep, My sister had her baby sense I wrote the last chapter.

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Jeff Hurt that's all he knew was that he hurt. His arm hurt the most then his face then his shoulder. He paused in his train of thought trying not to really think about it that way. He remembers how Daddy used to tell him the less you think about something hurting the less it hurts. He took a deep breath wince at the pa—again he pushed his mind away from that train of thought de-railing it before it reached the station. He moved his arm, which was the worst mistake he could of made. Before he could shove that pain down it roared into his brain and shut everything down. He slipped into the blissful unconsciousness he'd been in for nearing on two days. With out Matt ever knowing he's awakened.

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Stephanie sat silently on the log poking at the fire with the end of a stick. Chris had sharpened eight long thin logs that morning and told her to put the points into the fire to harden them only. She was bored and this was the last one she would have to mess with.

She lifted her head and looked out towards the water. Chris was standing in the water up to his knees. His blond hair was pulled up in a makeshift ponytail he'd used a vine to hold it up. He was shirtless and he looked good. She blushed bright red at that thought and looked down yanking the log from the fire she dropped it onto the pile. Chris had already caught three fish and they were lying on the sand waiting to be cleaned and eaten.

He jerked his arm and the stick he was holding slammed down into the sandy riverbed. He waited for the water to clear enough for him to see if he'd caught the fish or not.

The sand slowly cleared and he could see the silver scaled fish struggling gallantly even with a knife through its gills. "Sorry buddy, but we need to eat." He said reaching down and grabbing the fish.

Stephanie looked up at the loud cursing and watched in mild amusement as Chris hopped around holding his hand and cursing loudly. She got up and moved to the shore and looked at him. "You okay?" She called.

He pressed the palm of his hand to his stomach and nodded. "Yeah, just got finned by our silver scaled friend." He said in response.

"Finned?" She asked.

He nodded then reached into the water and picked something up. The fish in hand flopped about as he walked to shore. "Yeah, most fish have sharp dorsal fins." He said pointing to the fin on the fish's back. "And when they are attacked they'll wiggle their body to cause damage to the attacker." He concluded

"And that's what he" She pointed at the fish. "Did to you?"

He nodded. "Yep, I'll be fine though I've had worse." He said.

She looked at him then nodded. "The logs are done." She said smoothly.

He smiled. "Alright, lets make some lunch." He walked over to the other fish lying on the sand and gathered their bodies up.

She shook her head and walked back up the beach. She sighed and watched him as he cleaned the fish and ignored her. She sighed again louder this time.

He looked up at sighed back. "What Stephanie?"

"When are we getting out of here, we've been at this damn beach for two days." She said.

"And in these woods for three and not a soul has come looking for us." He said.

"You don't know that for sure." She said softly looking up at the sky.

"Have you heard planes fly over? Dogs barking people calling our names?" He asked. "Its like they don't know where were at."

She swallowed and looked back at him. "How couldn't they, we had a planed flight course?"

He shrugged. "I don't know Steph I don't know." He sighed and finished cleaning the fish.

She looked at her feet then up at him. "Chris what if we never get out of here?" She asked.

He caught the terror in her voice and set the fish down. "That's what were going to do, I'll build up the raft as soon as I finish here with lunch." He said softly.

She nodded but looked on the verge of tears. "Maybe we should have stayed by the plane." She said.

"I don't think that would have been a good idea." Chris said. "I have a feeling they wouldn't have found us." He said.

"But, now the definitely won't find us." She said.

"But," He pointed at the river. "That goes down hill all river's go down hill, which means it comes out either into a lake or a clearing. Which it's what I'm hoping for, we may even pass a road or a bridge." He paused and looked at her. "You getting the idea."

"If we pass a road or a bridge? We can get out and wait on the road for a car." She said smiling.

He nodded. "Exactly." He said smiling.

She smiled back. "Can I help with the raft?" She asked.

He nodded slightly. "Sure, why not it might get the work done faster."

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Hunter paced his dressing room he'd over heard Callaway talking to Angle earlier about the state Jeff Hardy was in. An infection had set in on the cuts in his face. He still hadn't woken up. Which to a point was okay but if he died then Matt would be dead set on finding out who did it.

And how hard would it really be to find out that the dressing room Jeff had been found in had been his. Then would come the questions. He growled and stalked around the room again.

"Baby what's the matter?" Trish asked she was sitting on the couch filing her nails.

He looked at her and sighed. "Nothing baby, its nothing I'm just worried about Jeff is all." He said.

She smiled. "That's so sweet Hunter I just can't believe someone would beat up poor Jeffy so badly." She said

Hunter closed his eyes and tried not to laugh. Now he knew why he had started fucking Trish. She was the epitome of dumb blonde. He smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm sure he'll be okay though he's a tough kid."

She nodded smiling innocently and went back to filing her nails. As Hunter continued his pacing. Now if Jeff was okay he would wake up, and he would tell Matt that it was he, who had beaten him, up. Then Matt would want to know why and Jeff would surely tell him anything he wanted to know. He cursed himself mentally and sighed. "Trish Babe I'll be back okay." He said looking at her.

She nodded and smiled. "Okay babe, I'll be here waiting."

He sighed and hurried from the room and made his way to Shawn's room. He knocked and waited. Shawn opened the door less then a second after he knocked and he stepped into the room. "Shawn I have a problem."

"You're just now realizing this?" He asked.

"Shut up," he said. "I've got to find a way to keep Hardy quite when he wakes up."

Shawn nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, geeze the way you beat him Hunter he probably won't ever wake up!"

Hunter shook his head. "My luck doesn't run that way." He responded. "Hardy's going to wake up then he's going to tell his brother exactly who beat the shit out of him." He said.

"Well, unless he doesn't remember who did it." Shawn said dully.

Hunter looked at him in surprise. "What?"

"Well, I've noticed once a long time ago when I did something stupid in collage the boy didn't remember who had attacked him." Shawn said smoothly.

"You think that could happen?" Hunter asked looking hopeful.

"It's a possibility." Shawn responded. "I mean it's been two days sense you beat him and he hasn't woke up yet." He nodded. "The longer he's out the better the chance is."

Hunter smiled feeling more at ease. "Good," he nodded. "And I'm positive they'll never find that damn plane."

"You really should have waited till you were married to Stephanie to dispose of her though Hunter." Shawn said. "But this is your plan not mine."

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Matt sat silently in the chair across the room from Jeff's bed. He could hear his brother breathing but it was thick and rattling. That noise was caused by the infection that had set in on the second day. The doctors were fighting it with drugs but it just seemed to get worse.

"Mr. Hardy." A woman voice said from the doorway.

Matt glanced up and looked at her. "Yeah,"

"I'm Dr. Morgan." She said softly almost a whisper.

"He's not sleeping, he's comatose you don't have to whisper." Matt said dully standing up. "What can I help you with?"

"I'm a plastic surgeon and Dr. Virago sent me down here to speak with you about an idea we have for your brother." She continued on.

Matt sighed and rubbed his face. "What is it?" He asked.

"Well, the infection is rather strong, it's fighting the medication we've been using. Were thinking if we were to drain the infected area it might help matters."

"And how would you do that with out seriously harming his face?" He asked staring at her darkly.

She smiled nervously. "Well, we would make a small incision right along his nose." She said tracing the edge of her own nose with her finger. "And another here along his ear." She supplied touching the bottom of her ear. "Neither line will be visible."

"Then what?" He said crossing his arms.

She blinked slightly surprised he was letting her continue. Dr. Virago had told her that both Hardys were well liked. There looks very important. She took a deep breath. "Well, then we would insert a tube no bigger then a q-tip into the incisions. And draw the pus and infected matter out."

He stared at her then sighed softly. He walked over and looked down at Jeff. His eyes were moving beneath the bruised lids and his breathing rattled through his lungs yet again. Matt nodded finally. "Alright, will do it."

She blinked in surprise then nodded. "Will set up the surgery for this afternoon then."

He grabbed her arm before she could leave. "Just promise me, he'll look like himself when all is said in done."

She paused and licked her lips. "He won't even know what happened to him." She said smiling softly.

He nodded. "Alright, go ahead, save my brother for me please." He whispered fighting the tears in his eyes.

She nodded and hurried out of the room and down the hallway to set up the surgery.

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Chris watched Stephanie silently her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and her tongue stuck out slightly as she concentrated on wrapping the vines around the logs. Pulling hard to tighten the one she was working on the vine slipped from between her fingers and she went sprawling onto her ass.

"OW!" She whined. "Son of a Bitch!" She whimpered.

Chris smiled and looked at her fully. "You okay?" He asked.

She nodded and slowly stood up dusting her butt off. "Yes, I'm fine." She responded.

He smiled. "Want to break for dinner?" He asked.

"What's for dinner?" She asked.

"Fish," he said with a laugh.

"Are there any of those berries left?" She asked.

He looked at her then nodded. "I think so," he said.

She smiled widely. "I'm famished." She dusted her hands off and headed up the beach to there small camp that was right on the edges of the woods. Chris laughed and followed her and sat down he stretched out for a second.

"God, I'm beat!" He said loudly stretching out.

She laughed and flopped down next to him and looked down at him. "You to huh?" She asked smiling.

He nodded. "Uh huh, I could sleep for a millennium." He said yawning.

"Oh yeah?" She said leaning closer so her hair brushed his face.

He wrinkled his nose and opened his eyes looking up at her silently. "Yeah," he said softly.

She smiled a little then sat up straight. "Lets make dinner then you can take a nap!" She said standing up and moving away.

He sighed and groaned sitting up. "Yes, M'am!" He saluted her.

She shook her head and laughed as she pulled the leaf wrapped chunks of fish out.

He sighed and sat down with her. The two of them ate in silence not speaking to each other.

"Honestly tell me Stephanie?" He started.

"What?" She responded looking at him.

"What do you see in Hunter?" He asked looking at her.

She sighed and looked at him there was sadness in her eyes and now he felt like shit. "I honestly don't see much, it was more Shane's doing then anything, and he wants me and Hunter to be together. Shane likes Hunter and I love Shane I just can't hurt him." She whispered.

Chris sighed and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry." He said. "I'm really sorry.

She blinked slowly keeping her eyes closed for several seconds then opened them again and looked at him. "I don't want to marry him Chris, he's such an ass!" She snapped with venom in her tone.

He nodded. "Bout time you admitted that."

She narrowed her eyes and stood up. "FUCK YOU!"

"What! It's the truth! Hunter is a pompous ass who thinks nobody is better then he is!" He snapped standing up and glaring at her.

"Fuck you Chris Jericho!" She snarled. "Like your any better!"

He glared at her. "I'm ten times better then that fucking asshole. I don't use woman like there toys and throw them away!" He nearly screamed.

"Oh whatever!" She hissed.

He stalked towards her and grabbed her. "Your fiancé is a women using son of a BITCH! And if I ever got the chance to tell you, I know he's slept with a lot of women during the time you two have been together I'll tell you now!" He snapped.

She slapped him hard. "Let go of me!"

"No," He said.

"Let go of me." She whimpered.

"No," He said and pulled her close. "I would never hurt you Steph." He said softly.

"You're hurting me now." She responded softly looking at him.

He gently loosened his grip on her arms then slowly leaned in to kiss her then stopped himself and pulled back quickly shaking his head. "I'm sorry Steph." He pulled away.

She blinked and nodded slowly. "Yeah, um, lets eat dinner." She whispered.

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Vince was about to have a nervous breakdown and Shane could tell that. Things just seemed to be going from bad to worse. First the plane crash and then with Jeff getting his head bashed in by someone. They hadn't figured out who it was yet.

Shane cleared his throat. "Dad?" He questioned.

Vince slowly looked up looking like a dead thing. "What is it Shane?"

"Matt sent a letter here, said he needs your approval for Jeff to have surgery on his face." He said.

Vince sighed. "What kind of surgery?" He asked furrowing his brows.

"Its to try and drain the infection." Shane said holding out the papers.

Vince took the papers and studied them silently. He slowly sat down and drew his pen out and looked up at his son. "I honestly can't believe that one of our own superstars would do this." He said.

"Hunter made a suggestion," Shane said slowly.

Vince arched an eyebrow. "He did?" He asked.

Shane nodded knowing he had his father's attention. "He suggested that it might be possible that Matt did it to Jeff himself. Then left him there for a couple hours and pretended to find him for the benefit for Mark."

Vince blinked in surprise at this suggestion. "Shane I don't think Matt would beat up his own brother."

Shane shrugged. "You never know Dad, not this day an age you don't." He said.

Vince sighed and looked down at the papers again. "Where do I sign?"

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Jeff stirred slowly his face felt oddly numb now but otherwise everything still hurt. He slowly flicked his eyes open and winced in pain at the brightness of even the dim lights. He groaned slightly and clamped his eyes shut.

"Jeff?" Someone said and he felt someone looking down at him. "Jeff, can you hear me?"

"Matty?" He croaked out. Jesus was that his voice?

"Hey, Jeffro how ya doing?" He asked softly.

"My face is numb," He paused and swallowed. "And I'm thirsty."

Matt laughed and smoothed his hair. "I'll get you some water okay?" He responded.

Jeff nodded. "Sounds great, what happened to my face it used to hurt?"

Matt came back putting a straw to Jeff's lips, He watched his brother drink for a minute then finally spoke. "They had to use a local numbing agent so they could suck the infection out."

"Suck?" Jeff said uncertainly.

Matt nodded and slowly explained the procedure. "They made to incisions on your face," He said pointing to the two spots on his own face. "Then they inserted tubes about the size of a Q-tip into your cheek then sucked the fluid and infected matter from your face."

Jeff made a face now and shook his head. "That just sounded Nasty."

Matt Chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I watched it was disgusting!" He exclaimed then started laughing.

Jeff chuckled to taking another sip of his water. He looked at his arm then looked up. "How bad is my arm?" He asked.

"You fractured your femur, and dislocated your elbow." Matt said. "You scared me there for awhile Jeff." He said softly.

Jeff looked at him. "I almost died didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did."

"Wow, that sucks!"

"Yeah, it does."

"Heh.."

"Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"Who did it?"

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TBC: Hahahaha! I'm evil oh bite me you all know who did it anyways! But ya know the characters that are forced through this evilness don't know who did it. Hell Chris and Stephanie don't know what's going on back at home. Want to know something purely evil. Chris and Steph, they were going to do it and all, but then I decided it was to soon. LOL! Mwahahahahaha! Will see what happens in the next Chapter won't we folks!

Peace,

This life and the Next,

Amaroqwolf (This message brought to you by the Imagi-Nation, I'm a Victim, are you?)