A/N: Okay, so I don't know who of you read my little A/N in The Mysterious One, but I've decided to continue this story with Lizzie in it. I guess I'm just gonna have to tweek the character a bit. The whole situation still pisses me off. But anywho. The Mysterious One just got deleted because the mother fuckers that be decided that they didn't like the fucking grammar. Well how do ya like this grammar you stupid mofo mother fucker! Yeah, so as you can tell I'm less than impressed with this stupid website. I have decided to make a journal for each of my stories, if I ever get around to it all. Lol This one and The Mysterious One will have a journal on Live eventually. Keep looking in my profile on here for more information. However, I will be posting on both here and there. But if another one of my stories happens to get deleted for no fuckin reason, I will not be posting on here any longer. Just some updates on my life though. I recently got a job at Dunkin Donuts working P/T, 7-3 with only Monday and Tuesday off. So I don't have much time OR energy to be typing these days. I've also acquired a boyfriend. Go me. lol And I spend most of my time with him. I love that boy. Lol So that also ties me up. I'm trying to get through these stories, I really am. I just don't have much inspiration lately either, so that doesn't help much. But keep checking for updates and more info on where you can find my stories. OH! By the way, I HATE this chapter. I truly do. Sorry that you have to read it….or don't…..whatever. But it had to be posted.

Hope wrapped her arms around Shane's neck as he gripped onto her legs, making sure she didn't slide down his back. She placed her head down next to his, letting her arms drape over his chest. Placing a soft kiss on his cheek she smiled and let loose a content sigh.

"Is it safe to assume you enjoyed yourself tonite?" Shane questioned as they fought their way through the massive crowd. She lifted her head and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"You bet I did!" she laughed. "You know, you didn't have to hold me up on your shoulders the whole nite like that. And you certainly don't have to give me a piggyback ride to the car."

"I know, but I wanted to," he smiled. "I wanted you to be able to see the band better."

"Dude, we were already at the front of the crowd!" she laughed. "I couldn't have gotten any closer unless I was sitting on the stage!"

"Well, I also didn't want you getting pawed on by that creepy dude standing next to us. You know he was just there for the flashing boobs."

"In that case, I thank you more than you can even imagine!" Hope said resting her head back on his shoulder.

Shane yawned as they had finally reached his car. Hope hopped down and waited for him to unlock the doors. He shook off his sleepiness and slid into the driver's side. Yawning once again, he put the keys in the ignition and started up the car. Hope looked over at him and shook her head.

"Um, Shane, maybe I should drive home. You seem a little too tired," Hope spoke up as the parking lot slowly started to clear.

"No, no one drives my car but me," he replied through a yawn.

"Well, buddy, I don't think I trust you to drive."

"What do you suggest we do then?"

"I don't know. You know I'm a good driver. I'm not gonna hurt your precious Black Manta."

"Yeah, but I'd still rather you not drive my car," Shane glanced at her. "Wanna just see if we can get a hotel room?"

"No extra clothes and I didn't exactly bring enough money for a room," Hope replied.

"Well, I'll pay for it and you pay me back when we get home?" Shane suggested.

"Still, that doesn't solve the clothes situation."

"There's a Wal-Mart right there. Just run in and run out."

"I think you just want to get in a room with me," Hope grinned.

"Oh yeah baby. That thong is just yelling to me," Shane replied sarcastically.

"I thought so," she laughed as they had finally pulled out of the parking lot, only to pull into a just as packed one at the Wal-Mart across the street.

The two quickly grabbed what they needed and headed to a hotel not too far down the road. They had passed a couple on the way there and all had the 'no vacancy' sign lit up. They happened to be lucky that this one had a vacancy. Shane paid for the only room available, a single king size bed, and they walked to the room.

"It would figure that this would be the only room they had," Hope laughed. "Alright, so do you want the floor or bed?"

"You know the answer to that one."

"Alright, flip a coin for the bed?"

"Like I trust your coin!"

"It's scary how well you actually know me," she shook her head sitting on the edge of the bed, bouncing slightly. "Hmm, comfy."

"Why don't we just share it? It's big enough for us to keep our distance from one another."

"Alright, I suppose so, but just know that if you touch me, I'll cut your arm off," Hope threatened as her stomach growled.

"Pizza?" Shane suggested.

"You read my mind!"

He picked up the phone and dialed Domino's number, ordering a large pizza for the two of them. While on the phone, Hope slid her way up to the head of the bed and turned the TV on. She flipped through the channels before stopping on a repeat of Road Rules. Shane sat next to her, his hands folded behind his head.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I don't see why not," Hope replied, her eyes fixed on the TV. Shane growled quietly and turned the TV off. "Hey, I was watchin that!"

"I know, but I'd like your attention focused on me for a bit," he spoke seriously just as someone knocked on the door. Shane let out an aggravated sigh. "Pizza." He stood and walked to the door. Hope gathered her clothes and stepped into the bathroom to change. "Alright, so……………….you're gone. Why the hell do I bother speaking to the amazing disappearing Hardy sister!" He sat with the pizza on the bed and started eating as Hope emerged from the bathroom, barely able to move the skin tight shorts she bought. "Why did you buy those shorts? You knew they were gonna be too small."

"Wishful thinking," Hope squirmed trying to stretch them out. She sat on the bed and they instantly ripped. "Shit."

Shane laughed and reached into his Wal-Mart bag, pulling out a large Linkin Park t-shirt. "Here, I thought you may want this."

"Shane, this is TOO much!" Hope exclaimed looking at the shirt before jumping into Shane's arms, kissing his cheek. "Thank you!"

"No problem. It should be big enough to wear by itself and cover you up," he said.

She gave him a suspicious side ways glance and walked into the bathroom, changing into the large shirt. "Hmm, he was right. Coincidence? I think not," she spoke to herself before walking out.

"See? Told you," he smirked. She rolled her eyes and took her seat back on the bed, careful to not expose herself to him. He chuckled quietly and started in on the pizza.

"When did you get this?" she questioned.

"When I went to the bathroom. I knew you'd want one and by the time we'd leave, they'd all have been gone, so I took it upon myself to get the very last one," he replied.

"Thanks," she grinned. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"You said earlier that I wasn't your type of guy. What exactly is your type?" he questioned curiously.

She took a deep breath and looked up slightly in thought. "I can't exactly answer that. I mean I've been out with every type of guy. You know that. From punk, to hip hop, to geek, to all American boy. And well, obviously none of them were right for me. And it's funny. I thought for sure Sean was the right guy for me. Sweet, funny, with that slight punk flair, but also with a bit of good boy thrown in there. And we didn't work out. I think I give up on guys, ya know? I don't think I'm gonna find the one for me."

"You'll find him. Hell, you may have already stumbled across his path. You can't give up on love Bade. It'll happen for you. And I hate to tell ya, but you kinda described me up there," he laughed.

"No I didn't. You're so not sweet, you're about as funny as a stubbed toe, and you're like anti-punk. You're so the opposite of what I described," she grinned at him. "What about you? Do you think that Lisa could be the one?"

"I don't know if she's the one, but she's the one for right now. I do love her. But she does piss me off. Like what she did to you. That was uncalled for. But then again I think about all the good times we have together and realize she does have a good heart in there. She just doesn't show it to many people," Shane answered.

"Maybe the bitch should!"

"Hope, please………."

"Sorry, but there was no call for what she did. And you stood by and let it happen!"

"Bull shit I did! I'm the one that helped pull you two apart. And who the fuck was the one that made sure you were all right before going to her? ME! So don't tell me that I let it happen!"

"I'm not talking about the fight Shane. You let her degrade me before the fight. You let her say all those things to me. If you were a really good friend, you would have stuck up for me."

"Maybe I had to be a really good boyfriend first. I love you Hope, really I do, but Lisa comes first. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too."

"It would figure that you and I would fight after havin such an awesome nite together."

"We're just not meant to be in the same room together for more than an hour, I guess," Hope shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "You are a good guy Shane. And I know I don't give you enough credit for bein the good guy you are. Maybe I don't think Lisa deserves a good guy like you, cause let's face it, there aren't many of you and to have you be wasted on someone who doesn't appreciate you is just horrible, but I guess every girl should have a good guy in their life sometime. Hopefully I'll get one soon."

"You will, you just have to be patient. Hey, I know a guy who you might really like. You should let me set you up with him."

"Oh no. No way. The last time I let you AND Matt set me up with someone, I got stuck with a guy who didn't know what a fuckin shower was!"

Shane laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, but that was a joke. All in good fun ya know. But this guy is really good."

"Unfortunately, I trust you about as much as I trust the air breakin my fall if I were to jump out of that window," Hope replied.

"Alright, alright, I get the point."

"Thought you might."

"What did you mean about being afraid?" Shane questioned.

"Afraid? I don't know what you're talking bout," Hope said shaking her head as if she was confused.

"Before Lisa demanded you fix her top, you told me you turned down a job to wrestle because it wasn't you anymore. So then I reminded you that you had told me that once you're a wrestler, you're always going to be a wrestler. That's when you told me that you were scared. What exactly are you scared of?"

"Oh, um, that. Nothing. I don't know what I was thinking," Hope replied giving him a fake yawn as she stretched out her arms. "Man I'm tired, nite." She laid down, her back to Shane and closed her eyes tightly.

"This isn't over Hardy. I'll get it out of you eventually. I have ways of making you talk," he sighed before placing the pizza box on the floor and curling up on the other side of the bed. He turned the light off and whisper, "Goodnite Hope, I really enjoyed this nite." Hope closed her eyes tightly, allowing a few salty tears drip onto the pillow. She hated the fact that she was hiding from a good friend. A brother of sorts. But she couldn't tell him anymore than she could tell her true brothers. The thoughts of what had happened to make her afraid of things she'd never feared before tore her apart. She was never the type to back down from anything. Especially not this. But for whatever reason, she just couldn't muster up the courage to continue on.

Later that nite, when she had finally fallen asleep she awoke after tossing and turning for hours, having an extremely restless sleep. She glanced at the clock and shook her head. She laid back down and stared up at the ceiling, thinking to herself like she often did. She turned onto her side, her hand holding her head up off the pillow, as she watched Shane sleep peacefully next to her.

"Shane," she whispered to him. He groaned and nuzzled his head in the pillow a bit more. She rolled her eyes and repeated, "Shane", a bit louder. He swatted at her but continued to sleep. Finally she sat up, kneeling on her knees, and placed her hand on his shoulder, shaking him and repeating in almost a yell, "Shane!"

"What!" Shane yelled pushing her away.

"Are you awake?" she asked timidly.

"Oh don't pull that crap with me. What time is it?" he questioned extremely groggy.

"3:30."

"In the morning!"

"No, in the afternoon you dipshit! Of course the morning!"

"Then wake me up when it is 3:30 in the afternoon. I'll be happy to converse with you then," he smirked tiredly turning his back to her.

"Shane, I'm ready to talk to you now."

"Why can't this wait until it's a bit more sunny out?"

"Because by then I might not want to get this out."

"But Hope……." He whined.

Hope shook her head at him with a scowl on her face. She flopped down on her side, her back against his and said, "Fine, whatever Shane. Forget it."

He rolled his eyes and turned over, sitting up on his arm. "Alright, go ahead." She smiled happily, getting her way, and quickly sat up.

"Okay, so you ready to hear about my fear?" she questioned.

"Look, if you don't get to the point soon, I'm gonna go right back to sleep," he smirked.

"Okay, okay, I get ya. Alright, so 2 years ago or so, when I was still with that wrestling company, something happened at that last match," she sighed.

"The one match none of us got to go see?" Shane questioned.

"That'd be the one. The one for my hardcore championship title. Shane, I loved that title, you know that, EVERYONE knows that. Hell, I loved working for that company. I practically ran that company. It was one thing that my brothers didn't get their paws on, ya know? It was something that could truly be my stepping stone into the great world of championship wrestling and they had no say in what happened. I was the star of that company! I wasn't known as the Hardy Boyz little sister, I was known as Hope. That's it. Nothing but Hope. And it felt great. But that nite, I don't know what happened……….but something went wrong. I was supposed to win the belt and be champion for at least another month, making it my 5th month as champion. But my opponent really had it in for me, or at least in the storylines he did. He was big, much bigger than either you or Matt. He must have been like 6'5", 240 lbs at least. But you know me, size never really mattered in my mind when it came to a match."

"So what happened?" Shane questioned suddenly intrigued.

Hope closed her eyes and took a deep breath, pushing herself to finish her story. "I went up on the post while he was lying on the floor. And went for a moonsault, one of the easiest moves I've ever done. Well, I missed him completely."

"So?"

"From what I remember of that nite, which isn't much, I hit my head on the cement floor, right outside of the mats, and from what I've been told was knocked out completely. Shane, I don't remember anything after that, I don't remember that whole week for that matter. I had stitches in the back of my head and I lost quite a bit of blood. I was so scared Shane. SO scared. From what I've been told, I couldn't remember my name for almost two days. I had no clue where I lived, who I was, how old I was, or anything like that. And since then I haven't been able to get back in a ring with out breaking out into cold sweats."

"But I've seen you go down to the ring with your brothers."

"Yes, but have you actually seen me get IN the ring?"

"No, actually, now that I think about it, I can't say that I have."

"Right, so there you have it. I guess I was wrong all those years. Once you're a wrestler you might not always be a wrestler. Because I'm not now. How can I be when I can't even get in the damn ring!"

"How is it that I never heard about this from your brothers?"

"Because that was about the time when they were starting to get really big so they weren't home all that much. And I made my dad promise not to tell them or anyone else what had happened."

"I'm shocked. I can't picture you being afraid of anything, let alone something you grew up doing, like being in a ring."

"Well, I am….." she trailed off and fought tears as they pushed their way through her closed eyes. Her chin quivered and she turned her head away from Shane, determined to not let him see her cry.

"Hey, Hope, it's okay. You can get over this fear if you really want to get back in that ring. You're a Hardy. By definition you're fearless," Shane said softly as he rubbed her shoulder. She turned to him her face beat red, her cheeks tear stained.

"But I'm not fearless……I'm not my brothers. I have fear. Tons of fear. And I can't and never will shake this one!" she exclaimed breaking down completely.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to cry on his chest. He rubbed her back softly and whispered in her ear. "You're strong. Stronger than you'll ever know."

"I wish I was."

"Hope, you have to believe. You have to have….." he paused, allowing a bit of laughter to escape his lips. She looked up at him and waited for him to continue his thought. "Hope." That was it. That's all he said. She smiled slightly, wiped her face with the back of her hand and sighed.

"Please don't tell my brothers. I don't want them to know that, that happened to me. You know how they'll be. So over protective it won't be funny," she requested.

"They won't hear a word about this conversation. And actually, it's probably in both of our best interest if we don't shed a word about the nite in general. Excluding the concert, that is."

"Ooooo…….Matt would kill you if he knew about you sleeping with me."

"Oh you're gonna hold this nite over my head aren't you?" Shane grimaced. Hope just smiled as she slumped down in the bed. "Oh no you don't Hardy! You'd better not say anything to him about this!"

"Goodnight Shane," she laughed turning on her side so her back was to him. He growled, muttering some words under his breath before lying down and falling asleep.

Hope slowly made her way into the Hardy home, still tired from the night before. She tried to make her way up to her room quietly so no one would bother her with questions about the concert. All she wanted was her nice soft, comfy bed to lay her head down to sleep. But as she stepped on the bottom step, it let out a loud creek which shook the house alive.

"Hope, is that you?" her father bellowed from the den. She groaned and hung her head before turning way from the awaiting upstairs.

"Yeah, Dad, it's me," she replied.

He emerged from the small room with a smile and gave her a warm hug. "How was the concert?"

"Good, it was a lot of fun."

"I guess it's safe to say you didn't kill Shane then," he joked.

"No, he's alive."

"Good to hear it. So why are you just getting in now?"

"Shane and I had to get a hotel room. We were both extremely tired last nite and wouldn't have made the trip home."

"And I trust he behaved himself?" her father growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Daddy, he's Shane," she laughed as she started to turn towards her room.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he replied quietly.

"What was that?" she asked looking back at him.

He shook his head and smiled up at her, "Nothing sweetie, just happy you had a good time, that's all." She smiled back at him, shook her head a bit, and continued into her room.

A/N2: As you probably already know, the AN at the beginning of this chapter is UBER old. Sorry. But I finally got my computer hooked up to the internet so that I could update this story. Sorry it's taken me so long!