Chapter 21

KC's apartment…

Chris was worried about KC. They had been at her place for a few days. She was hardly sleeping and couldn't eat. Just looking at food made her sick.

"KC, did you make your doctor's appointment yet?

KC looked at her friend and smirked. "Shit, I must look bad. You called me KC. Well, CHRIS, I called and have one for next Wednesday."

"Ok, Skeets," Chris said relieved. "I am only trying to look out for my best girl."

KC smiled at Chris. She knew everyone was worried about her. Hell her mom even cooked dinner one night trying to get her to eat something substantial and her mother never cooked. Yes, everyone was worried, everyone except the one person she was worried about.

Chris' cell rang breaking the silence in the room.

"What's up Junior," Chris asked. "HE DID WHAT!! THAT ASSHOLE!"

"Who is it?" KC asked wondering who got her friend to scream and swear like that.

"It is Matt sweetie," Chris answered worried about how KC is going to take what he was just told. He turned his attention back to the call. "We are going to look at it now…No, she needs to know…I'm back on Monday…I can't promise that…Just keep him away from me…No, I won't kill him, maim him, yes…Alright, I'll call you later…Bye Matt."

Chris turned back to his friend. "Sweetie, I need to borrow your computer. Matt sent me a link to something we need to see but I need a promise from you that you will not kill me or break anything in this room."

"Sure," KC replied wondering what the hell was going on.

Chris booted up her computer and checked his mail. Sure enough, there was a link. Chris cliqued on it. Trish's MySpace page, KC thought. This should be interesting.

Chris and KC began scrolling down the page, reading and looking at all the pictures, each getting angrier and angrier. Tears of anger welled in KC's eyes.

"Chris, don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to kill him," KC said beginning to pace around the room. "So I'm a whore am I? I have been faithful to him since the beginning but he can go stick it in any cheap skank that stands still long enough?"

"What are you going to do?" Chris was afraid to ask that question but knew it had to be put out there.

"I'm calling Vince. Those two want to put it out on the internet." KC looked at Chris with cold eyes. "I want it in the ring." With that KC left to grab her phone in the bedroom.



Chris sat on the couch scared for his friend and what this could do to her. Picking up his phone he called Matt.

"Dude, she's lost it. Not even God could help your brother now."

Monday…at RAW…

Down an empty corridor…

Jeff had been successfully avoiding having a real conversation with his brother all week. He knew somewhere, deep down, what he did to KC was wrong but he didn't care. Looking around, making sure no one was watching, he popped back a few pills. He sat down with his script and began reading, the further he got along; he began laughing as the pills began to haze his vision.

So, Vince saw the MySpace and wants to take it public. Jeff laughed more. Well, I guess he isn't proud of his little, pure princess Diva anymore…

A private locker room…

Chris looked at his friend. She was positively green sitting there. I wonder if she's changing her mind?

KC tried to tune out feeling Chris' stare on her. All she wanted to do was vomit at the thought of what was going to be seen and what she was going to have to do tonight. Please let me get through this without passing out.

Halfway through Raw…



Jeff Hardy's music blasted through the arena speakers. The pop for him was huge until the crowd noticed Trish on his arm instead of their KC. It became almost a strange silence as the Rainbow Haired Warrior approached the ring. Jeff grabbed a mike as he entered. Deciding not to showboat, he went right into talking.

"Many of you are probably wondering why the beautiful Trish (boos from the crowd) is with me tonight instead of KC. Well, I can answer that. KC, my ever loving girlfriend, has been loving plenty of guys in the locker room (boos get louder). You see, for the past year, she has been making time with other superstars in the back. Thankfully, Trish, being my good friend, couldn't see me being played like that anymore by that whore. So, now, KC is no longer with Team Extreme. (Boos grow stronger.) But don't worry, Trish is more than willing to fill that void."

Jeff looked over at Trish and pulled her into him, just as he was about to kiss her, KC's music blasted through the speakers and the crowd erupted. Jeff and Trish looked up in shock, this wasn't in their script.

"What's wrong Jeff? You look like you've seen a ghost. Oh, that's right. You were told I wasn't here tonight. Surprise, honey? I figured you deserved to be surprised just like I was last Tuesday when Matt called you and I heard that whore call you back to bed. I can't believe you are so willing to throw away everything on her word."

Jeff went to speak only to find his mike was cut off. Pissed, he threw it to the ring causing KC to laugh.

"Well, I know what you are going to say, 'But KC I have pictures.' Those pictures are crap. Well, for those who have yet to see them, let's take a look. I hope you don't mind Trish, I borrowed them from you website." KC took a breath and continued hoping no one noticed her shaking.

"Before I do that, I would love to call out the guys in question. Jericho, Cena, Orton, Rhodes, Punk and Moore, get your asses out here."

The crowd roared as the six superstars filed out on stage with looks of pure hatred for the couple in the ring. Slowly pictures began flashing on the screen. KC hugging Chris outside a motel room. John leaning in appearing to kiss her, Orton draping his arms around her and so on.

"These pictures are of me with my friends. We may not always get along but we hang. These are innocent. I was with you. I chose you. You chose to throw it away. As for Team Extreme, if I'm out, so be it. Remember, you left me. Let's see who you are left with in the end." With that, KC dropped her mike and walked through the curtain, leaving the six very angry men on the stage.

John bent down and picked up the mike. Glaring into the ring, he began speaking.

"You ass clown, not only did you and that trash bag in the ring hurt that girl, you also pissed us off. So watch your back, junior. I have a feeling your brother won't even save you now."

With that, all six men left the stage, leaving Jeff dumbstruck in the ring.

Backstage…



KC sat in her locker room still shaking from the display she had to put on in front of the world. What was I thinking? KC suddenly felt nauseas and ran to the bathroom as Chris walked into the room.

"That's it sunshine; you are going to the doctor even if I am dragging you there!" Chris yelled at the bathroom door.

KC walked out shaking her head. "Two days Fozzy, I go in two days."

Chris looked at his friend, still pale and shaky. This can't be good for her.

"I am just concerned…I know it's just…" Before Chris could finish the door opened and Matt and Amy walked in. Amy immediately went to her friend to give her a hug.

Matt looked at the woman he now viewed as a sister, knowing yet, not understanding what he has to be going through.

"KC, what you did out there was," Matt began.

"Stupid?" KC finished.

"No, sunshine, brave. You confronted him." Matt looked at Amy. "You gave me an idea. I think Jeff needs us all to confront him about his behavior lately."

Chris looked at Matt and said "An intervention?"

"Yeah, that. I think if we get him in a room and make him see what he has become, what he is doing to those around him, it may wake him up." Matt, Amy and Chris all looked at KC, knowing if it was to work, she needed to be a part of it.

Do I want to save him? KC thought. Silence reined over the room until finally, KC spoke.

"Name the date, time and place. I want MY Jeff back." With that KC grabbed her bag and left the room knowing that no matter what she had to fight for her heart, for her Jeff.