Midnight Stalking

by Nightmocha

Sequel to MIDNIGHT. Matt tries to move on, leaving the nightmarish events of the past behind, but a new, more threatening danger arrives. Setting is 2003 - 2004. Major Characters: Hardy Boyz, Rob Van Dam, and Jericho. Contents: Slash & Violence.

13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Matt slowly opened his eyes and blinked several times, until his blurry vision came into focus. The only light in the hospital room was a faint florescent one shining above his bed. Everything else was dark and the whole hospital was silent. Looking out the window, he guessed it was the middle of the night.

Groggily, he pushed himself up to a sitting position and studied the IV implanted in his arm. Whatever was being feed through his veins, seemed to be helping. The sharp cramping pain he'd felt throughout his body was gone, leaving behind a few light aches. The blinding bolts of lightening that had shot through his skull had been replaced with a faint throb.

Rob, Jeff and Chris were in the room with him, all sleeping soundly in chairs. Matt watched them in silence, still having to convince himself, he wasn't in the middle of a drug induced dream.

Jeff's notebook lay over his chest as though he'd fallen asleep while in the middle of writing. Jeff's writing had always had a dark bittersweet edge to it. How much darker had it become over the past few weeks?

Matt couldn't help but feel guilty, imagining the turmoil his little brother must have gone through. Chris was in a chair beside Jeff and, no doubt, hadn't left his side once. Thank goodness for Chris, whom he could easily consider like a brother too.

Rob sat in a chair next to his bed, mouth slightly parted with a light snore. Matt watched as he slept, remembering the disbelief he'd felt when Rob appeared at the bedroom door of the cabin. The hope of being with Rob again, seeing his family and friends, was all he had to grasp on to. The thoughts helped him through the horrible nights, where the only comfort offered from the pain and fear were an endless amount of drugs and twisted illusions.

Matt closed his eyes, replaying the scene in his mind. It seemed so impossible for Rob to just show up out of the blue, he'd thought for sure he'd been hallucinating. And he couldn't help but wonder if the Rattlesnake had known, their final night together was going to be their last.

"Midnight?"

Matt opened his eyes and Rob jumped out of his chair, smiling with relief and happiness. "Thank God, you're finally awake." He took Matt's face in his hands, examining him carefully.

Matt pulled Rob's hands down and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Rob held Matt's head to his chest, gently stroking his hair. "You have no idea how good it feels to hold you." He whispered. "Do you feel okay?"

Matt only nodded, momentary unable to speak. Rob had no idea how good it felt to be held by him.

"How long have you been awake?" Rob quietly asked.

"Not long." Matt managed to say, through his dry throat. "I know I must have slept the entire day, but I'm still really tired."

"Try two entire days." Rob corrected with a light chuckle. "We brought you in the day before yesterday."

Matt pulled back, raising his eyebrows. Truthfully, it barely felt like he'd slept a day, let alone two. And during that time, what had happened to the Rattlesnake? "Did you find Austin? Where is he?"

Rob's smile disappeared and his expression took-on a hint of anger. "The Bastard disappeared again. But you don't have to worry. The police are looking for him as we speak."

Matt felt a wave of deja vu pass through him. Only this time they knew Austin wasn't dead. And for some reason he felt, Austin had already been long gone that morning he was found. "Did you find out who the tip was from?"

"Not yet, but I don't want you to worry about that or anything else." Rob ordered. "The only thing you need to worry about is getting better."

"What about Eddie?" Matt had to ask. "What did you do with him?"

Rob looked over at Jeff and Chris, who were both still asleep. "They took him to a vet. They'll let him stay there until you're ready to pick him up and go home."

Matt blinked at Rob, the knowledge that he was actually going to go home finally sinking in. "When will that be?"

"Now that you're awake, it should be soon." Rob answered. "The Doctor was here earlier this evening and said everything looked good. The saline has been clearing the drugs out of your blood nicely and he even guessed you'd be awake soon. He'll be back in the morning and we can find out then."

He gave Matt's forehead a soft kiss. "Why don't you lay back down. Morning will get here faster."

Matt obeyed, still amazed he could be so tired after being out for so long. He pulled up the thin cold covers and looked up at Rob. "Will you lay with me, until morning?"

"I was going to ask if you didn't." Rob gently urged Matt to roll on his side then, careful of his IV, climbed on the bed behind him. He wrapped his arms around Matt's waist, spooning against him and lay his head in Matt's hair. Matt's dry course hair was scratchy against his cheek, but he didn't care. It wouldn't be long until the curls were soft and sooty again. More than anything, he hoped it wouldn't be long before things returned to as normal as possible.

Matt lay quietly as Rob's light snore touched his ears, wishing he could also return to sleep, but suddenly his mind wouldn't allow it. His head was like a windstorm of debating thoughts and questions, keeping him awake and staring out the window for the remainder of the night.

Eventually, he did fall back to sleep and the next time he opened his eyes, the afternoon sun was shining through the window. No longer able to feel Rob, he rolled back over and suddenly, Jeff was attacking him.

"Thank God, you're alright!" Jeff threw his arms around his brother, hauling him upright. "You have no idea how much I've miss you."

"MY IV!" Matt gasped, trying to untangle himself from Jeff and the line.

"Shit sorry." Jeff instantly released him, causing Matt to fall back on the bed groaning. Jeff cringed. "Sorry again."

"It's okay." Matt smiled. "I've really missed you too."

Jeff placed a hand on his hip. "You know, this little hospital routine of yours is getting old. You think maybe you could make this the last time?" He joked.

Matt copied Jeff's eye roll. "Please...Don't act like you don't like the free sedatives."

Jeff laughed. "That was pretty cool. But I think they forgot this time."

Matt shook his head, but was still smiling. "Where's Rob and Chris?"

"Rob's checking things out with the doctor." Jeff smiled. "Looks like you'll be checking out of here soon. Chris is..."

"...Right here." Chris entered the room and came over, giving Matt a hug. "Man, it's good to have you back."

"It's good to be back." Matt replied. "And to see you."

"As you can see, everyone is glad to have you back." Chris said, gesturing around the room.

Matt raised his eyebrows, noticing for the first time all the flowers everywhere. There were also stuffed animals lying round, cards taped all over the walls and a small pile of cards in a chair that had yet to be opened.

"Where did all this come from?" Matt asked, sitting up.

"Fans and the guys at work." Chris answered. "Vince publicly announced that your absence was due to whatever horrible virus he said you'd received, but you're now recovering."

Matt shook his head, amazed one person was capable of creating such stories that practically everyone bought without question. Then again, Vince's life work was based on doing just that. "What about Dad?"

Jeff waved a hand. "I convinced him everything was fine, but man, it was all I could do to keep him from flying out here. You better believe he'll be at your house waiting when you get back."

Before Matt could question further, the door opened and Rob entered with a huge arrangement of yellow roses. "Looking good Midnight." He placed the roses on the table beside the bed.

Matt raised an eyebrow at the extravagant arrangement and Rob shoved his hands into his pockets. "I know you're not into flowers and all, but..."

"...I love them." Matt smiled and pulled a rose from the vase, running his fingers over the velvety petals. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Rob shrugged like it was no big deal, but was smiling.

"Are you hungry or anything?" Chris asked. "We'll get you something."

Matt hesitated. He was hungry, but at the moment, food was the farthest thing from his mind. "I wanna know what's going on first. With Austin."

"We don't know what's going on." Rob replied. "Except the police are still looking for him. You feel like talking to someone later?"

"Like who, a drug counselor?" Matt asked, remembering the experience Rob had with them.

"A detective." Jeff answered. "I called him first thing this morning. He's been waiting to question you and he'll stop by whenever you're ready."

Matt hesitated. He expected the questioning, but didn't think it'd be so soon. "I don't feel like talking to anyone."

Jeff pulled a card out of his pocket and picked up the phone, beside the bed. "I'll see if he doesn't mind coming tomorrow or something, but he said the sooner he talks to you the better. That way all the details are still fresh in your mind."

Matt took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the negative reaction he knew he was about to receive for his next comment. "He doesn't have to bother coming at all...I'm not pressing charges."

Jeff halted in mid-dial, not sure if he'd heard right. He looked over at Chris and Rob who both looked the same. "What?"

"I said, I'm not pressing charges." Matt repeated.

Rob placed a hand on Matt's shoulder. "If you're afraid that Austin is going to do something..."

"...I'm not afraid of him doing anything." Matt said calmly. "So there's no point."

"But you have to!" Jeff still held the phone, flabbergasted. "He's open to criminal prosecution!"

Matt frowned at him. "How, when I haven't press any charges?"

"I pressed them." Jeff said. "If somebody's kidnapped, obviously they're not around to do it themselves."

"Look Midnight..." Rob tried. "We pretty much know everything he's done and have told the investigators what we could. All you have to do is tell the rest."

"Then I'll tell them it was a mistake." Matt looked at each one of them. "I wasn't forced to go anywhere. Everyone was just under the wrong impression."

Rob, Jeff and Chris all stood, momentarily speechless.

"Why would you do that?" Jeff finally whispered through his shock.

"I have my reasons." Matt replied. "My minds made up and I don't want to argue about it. If I change it later, so be it."

Jeff continued to stare at his brother in disbelief then suddenly, slammed the phone down on the receiver. "So that's it? You're going to let him get away with it all over again? You're going to fucking sweep it under the rug just like before?"

"That's not what I'm doing."

"Then what the hell are you doing!" Jeff demanded, loudly. "What kind of reason could you possibly have, for letting him get away with this?"

Matt ground his teeth "I'm not going to forget or pretend like it didn't happen. But I don't think prison is the answer. He needs help."

"He needs help?" Jeff yelped incredibly. "Do you know all the shit we had to go through to find you? How worried sick I was? I had no idea if you were dead or alive. I've lied to Dad and every fucking person in the world, I've lost my job and for what? To fucking help that psychotic piece of shit?"

Matt lowered his eyes. "Look...You don't understand."

"YOU'RE RIGHT, I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Jeff exploded, stepping up to the bed. "I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!"

Chris took Jeff's arm, trying to pull him back, but Jeff jerked away, never taking his intense eyes off his brother. "WHAT'S IT GOING TO TAKE FOR YOU TO REALIZE HE NEEDS TO FUCKING ROT IN PRISON? HE'S NOT GOING TO CHANGE. MAYBE IF WE'D LEFT YOU THERE A COUPLE MORE DAYS AND LET HIM BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU A FEW MORE TIMES..."

"JEFF STOP!" Rob shouted, shocked.

"FUCK OFF ROB." Jeff shouted back. "DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE NOT THINKING THE SAME THING."

Rob glared at Jeff, warningly, but didn't say anything. Matt narrowed his eyes, feeling a spark of anger at Rob for his silence, but turned it all on Jeff. "People can change. Look at you- It wasn't that long ago, you were whoring your easy ass to every drunk who sat in a bar."

Jeff winced as though slapped, but said no more. Instead he snatched his keys off the table and stormed out of the room. Chris hesitated, not knowing what to do or say, then finally left after Jeff.

Matt lowered his eyes to the rose he still held and realized how tightly he was clenching the bud. When he opened his hand, every destroyed petal fell from the stem and into his palm.

Rob let out a heavy sigh. Never would he have imagined, what was to be a joyous morning, to turn out like this. "I'm sorry Midnight. You know he didn't mean it."

Matt looked up. "Is that what you think too? You agree with him?"

"No, of course I don't." Rob reached out to cup Matt's cheek, but Matt angrily shoved his hand away.

"Could have fooled me..." Matt threw the hand full of petals at Rob. "Because you sure as hell didn't disagree."

Rob flushed guiltily. "I'm sorry, it's just...after everything he's done to you, I don't understand why you feel this way. Help me understand."

Matt closed his eyes and brought a hand to his now pounding head. Rob deserved an explanation, but how could he explain something, he barely understood himself? All he knew was, the more he thought about it during the night, the more convinced he was, this was the right thing to do. A few moments later, he lowered his hand.

"I used to think Austin was fucked-up and he is, but it's not why you think." Matt spoke softly. "There really is something wrong with him. He didn't intentionally throw me over the bridge and didn't have to nearly kill himself, trying to save me. He didn't have to tell me what he'd given me and he certainly didn't have to tell you where to find me."

"We don't know if the tip was from him." Rob tried. "All the note said was- go to this certain booth at the deli across the street from where we were staying. When we got there, there was another note that told us where to find you. That's it."

"It had to be him." Matt insisted. "Who else could it have been? If anyone else had known, don't you think they would have simply told you guys or called the police? He was probably buying himself extra time so he'd be long gone before you got there."

"It's possible." Rob said, his tone more than dubious. "But that doesn't mean he's changed."

"I didn't say he had..." Matt snapped, exasperated. "And he won't until he realizes he has a problem. Let's just say, I really am a heavy drug user. And I've used so much drugs, to hide whatever pain I may be feeling, that I've completely fucked myself up in the head. Wouldn't you try to help me?"

"Yes, but it's not the same." Rob argued. "You've always been a good person. Can you say that about Austin?"

Matt thought carefully, before answering. "All I can say is this- when I first started wrestling, I don't remember him being the way he is now. He was just another guy in the locker room. It's like, it gradually happened."

"Whatever the case may be, Austin's had second chances." Rob pointed out.

Matt shook his head. "No he hasn't. I've never forgiven him for anything he's done and his second chance doesn't start until I do. I honestly don't know if I can, but... I want to wait and see."

Rob nodded, resigningly. "You're a better person than me, because I can't help the way I feel. But the decision is yours and whatever you want to do, I'll always support you."

Matt gave him a faint smile. He couldn't ask anymore from Rob and all he could do was pray, he was making the right choice.

Walking down the halls of the arena should have been like walking into a second, long missed, home. It'd only been a week since he'd left the hospital and even though he was suppose to be resting at his real home, he'd insisted on coming. Matt looked around as he walked with Rob, not expecting anything to look different. Every arena almost looked the same- Large and echoing when empty, gray walls with matching gray floors, and backstage crew people hurrying about, running cables, setting up equipment, lights, cameras...

The lack of change was something he didn't complain about, unlike Jeff. After all, he never expected his real home to look any different, every time he returned there, so maybe this was why the arenas were like a second home. He was always comfortable with the familiar surroundings and always knew what to expect. Hours later the arena would be filled with thousands of people and the action would began.

Matt sighed quietly to himself, wondering how everything could be the same, yet suddenly feel different. He wasn't there to perform, so there was no excitement or anticipation like he usually felt. Usually he was always happy to greet the fans, upon arriving. Even though it wasn't announced he was going to be there, somehow the fans always knew. The moment him and Rob pulled into the parking garage and stepped out of the car, he was signing autographs, poising for pictures and accepting get-well gifts. He put on a smile, doing what he dutifully knew he had do for the wrestling fans, but never before had he ever faked it. Never before had it felt like a duty.

"Everything okay?" Rob asked, elbowing him.

"Fine." Matt replied.

Rob just nodded. Things seemed far from fine, but that was the best answer he was going to get for now. Matt was the kind of guy that, if you kept pestering him to tell you what was wrong, he'd only clam up more and grow agitated. Naturally hotheaded, Matt's temper seemed to be on a shorter fuse lately.

"By the way..." Rob started. "I arranged for us to have our own dressing room. That way we won't have to stay with..." He trailed off.

"That's cool." Matt said, guessing Rob was going to say Jeff.

Since that day at the hospital, he hadn't spoke once to his brother and didn't care to start now. Hell, they could use the time apart. Since the beginning, they'd always traveled together. It didn't matter that occasionally they'd travel with friends or, over the past few years, Chris and Rob permanently started traveling with them- they were still together. But even as annoying as it was to constantly be around his little brother, he could almost admit, maybe it's part of the reason why entering the familiar arena felt so different.

"Matt!"

Matt jumped, startled out of his thoughts, hearing his name being shouted.

Amy ran down the hall, practically pushed Rob aside and threw her arms around Matt's neck. "I didn't know you were going to be here today! I can't remember the last time I seen you!"

Matt picked her up off the floor in a hug. "Seems like forever."

"You got that right." She pulled back and frowned. "Aren't you suppose to be at home, recovering?" She shook her head when all Matt did was shrug. "You have got the hardest damn head. How the hell are you suppose to get better?"

"Believe me, staying at home wasn't helping." Matt said truthfully.

"And traveling around the country will?" Amy looked at Rob. "And you let him?"

Rob held up his hands. "Dude, you try telling him what to do."

Matt smiled as Amy placed her hands on her hips, indicating the start of a motherly lecture. But before she could start, Trish and Jazz appeared, each giving Matt hugs of their own. Shane Helms, Adam and Jay weren't far behind and all Rob could do was step aside as more of their co-worker showed up, welcoming Matt back.

A little way down the hall, Chris and Jeff came around a corner and stopped, seeing nearly half the roster, standing in a circle.

"Hey... Look who's here!" Chris pointed to the group. "It's Matt."

Jeff raised his eyebrows, surprised. "What's he doing here?"

"He'd probably ask you the same thing." Chris said. Luckily, Vince had revoked Jeff's 'heat of the moment' firing. "Let's go talk to him."

Jeff shook his head. "I've got to get ready."

Chris frowned at him. "You've got plenty of time to get ready. Don't you want to know how he's doing?"

"He's here right? Must mean he's doing fine." Jeff turned to leave, but Chris grabbed his arm, halting him.

"Don't you think this has gone on long enough?" Chris said. "Especially after everything he's been through."

Jeff snorted cynically. "Apparently, it wasn't that difficult for him or he'd do something about it."

Chris shook his head, but released him. "Whatever man. Just don't expect me not to talk to him because you won't."

"Go talk to him then." Jeff curtly replied. "I'll see you later." With that he turned and left.

On his way to the dressing room, Jeff crossed his arms and glared at the floor. Another fight with his brother was the last thing he was in the mood for. Chris probably thought he was being childish and unreasonable, but so be it. It was nothing compared to how unreasonable Matt was being, and if he went up to him now, he'd probably end up knocking the shit out of him, hoping it would knock the good sense Matt always had, back into him.

"Hey Rainbow." The Rock stepped out of his private dressing room, stopping Jeff as he passed by. "Heard your brother was here."

Jeff sighed, exasperated. "Word travels fast." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "He's back there."

Rock frowned thoughtfully. "Didn't he just get out of the hospital? Seems a little soon to be back."

"He's not suppose to be back yet." Jeff glowered in the direction he'd just came. "But do you think he'll listen to what anyone tells him? He thinks he's right all the damn time, but he isn't. He's not as smart as he thinks he is."

Rock raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't stress too much about it, if I were you. I'd be more thankful, he pulled through everything okay and is able to be here."

"I am." Jeff flushed, feeling like he was being scolded. "I just wish he'd listen that's all."

Rock casually waved a hand. "That's how big brothers are. They think they're suppose to know more than their little brother."

Jeff regarded Rock dryly. "How would you know, you don't even have a brother. Especially one like him."

Rock chuckled. "True, but I wouldn't mind having one. Not everyone could be so lucky, and luckily, you still have him." He gave Jeff's colorful hair a quick ruffle then left down the hall.

Jeff watched The Rock leave, irritated at the subtle little lecture. It's not like he didn't care that Matt was here. He could honestly say he cared more than anyone. The past few weeks of his brother being gone had been a living nightmare. He loved and missed Matt more than anything in the world... Still missed him. Sighing, Jeff absently smoothed back his hair and dis-heartedly continued to his dressing room.

Matt stretched out on the dressing room couch and closed his eyes, figuring he might as well get comfortable, while Rob was in his meeting with Stephanie. The rest of the day was going to be long. The three-hour show was still a few hours away from starting and it looked like he'd be stuck in the dressing room for the entire period. But he wasn't about to complain, for he literally had to beg Vince to allow him to come to the shows.

Like the doctors, Vince wanted him resting at home and didn't want to see him until he was 100. But if he stayed home another day, he'd never get any rest and would probably end up going out of his mind. Being all alone, the sensation of being trapped still lingered. The first few days at home, he'd occupied his time, installing a new state of the arc security system and hiring a few guys to help him remove the tree outside his bedroom window. Afterwards, there was nothing else to occupy his time, other than thoughts of the Rattlesnake.

Even with the extra measures of security, he couldn't shake the eerie feeling that he was still being watched. And not knowing where the Rattlesnake was or what he was doing, only made matters worse. Never before had he noticed how large his house was, giving an intruder many places to hide. Not use to having a dog in the house, he practically jumped every time Eddie came into a room.

Every night he'd waken to some strange sound, only to realize it was a night cricket chirping or the wind. However, he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep and would end up in his new video surveillance room, watching the monitors until morning. Watching for the Rattlesnake to pop into the picture at any moment.

Once again, he didn't utter a word of complaint. How could he, when he was the one responsible for Austin being free? As difficult as it was, he could deal with it better than he could deal with someone saying 'I told you so'. And as long as he was out on the road with Rob, he'd be able to rest, without having to worry about anything. Yet, Austin had been in the areas before, without his or anybody else's knowledge...

Rob opened the dressing room door and, seeing Matt asleep, closed it without making a sound. Tiptoeing to his bag, he removed his workout gear and dressed as quietly as possible. Not so much because he didn't want to wake Matt, even though it was obvious Matt hadn't been sleeping properly, but so he wouldn't startle him. As much as Matt tried to hide it, he was practically a nervous wreck.

Rob regarded him silently for a moment, hating to see him in that frame of mind. But unfortunately, it was the price Matt was paying, for the decision he'd made. All he could do was keep his promise to support him and hope, Matt eventually found some kind of closure.

Rob finished dressing and went to grab his water bottle from the table beside the couch, but accidentally knocked it over instead. He cursed, not being able to catch it before it loudly hit the floor and Matt jerked awake, instantly sitting up.

"Sorry." Rob sat on the edge of the couch. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't." Matt lied. "I didn't hear you come in that's all." He grabbed his pack of cigarettes off the table and lit on up, taking a deep drag, then noticed what Rob was wearing. "Are you going to work-out?"

"I was..." Rob hesitated. "But if you want, I'll stay with you."

"No, it's cool."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Rob studied him, not so sure. "On second thought, I'd rather hang here with you."

Matt sighed, suddenly agitated. "I don't need you to baby-sit me, I'm fine."

Rob frowned at Matt's tone. "That's not what I meant. After leaving the hospital, we haven't seen each other in almost a week and who knows when we'll get another quiet moment. And as far as you being fine, you sure as hell don't act like it."

"And how exactly do I act?" Matt snapped.

"Like you're acting now." Rob snapped back. "You think I don't notice how many times you look over your shoulder or how you jump at practically every unexpected noise. Maybe you wouldn't be so much on the edge if Austin were..." He quickly halted his words, but too late.

Matt narrowed his eyes. He knew Rob had been waiting for the opportunity to throw that in his face. "I thought you supported me."

"I do support you Midnight." Rob raised his voice, frustrated. "I just hate seeing you this way and I don't know what to do to help. Especially when, no matter what I do, you're biting my damn head off."

Rob left the couch, went to the table and yanked open his travel bag. He tossed out some cloths, searching for his Walkman and cursed silently to himself, not being able to find it right away.

Matt watched him, his anger melting into remorse. Rob really was trying to be as supportive as he could, despite feeling the decision was wrong. Maybe it really was wrong. Maybe it was really him that was mentally fucked up and needed help.

Matt took one more drag off his cigarette then crushed it out in the ashtray. Rob didn't turn when he approached the table, so he leaned against it, facing him. "I'm sorry. I don't know what my problem is."

Rob stopped his search and looked up. Matt folded his arms across his chest and lowered his head, and for the moment, he could easily pass for a depressed teenaged kid.

Sighing, Rob placed a hand under Matt's chin and raised it. "We'll figure things out. Together."

Matt nodded dully. "Will you still hang here with me? Like you said, it's been almost a week..."

Rob smiled. "All you had to do was ask."

He pulled Matt close and Matt wrapped his arms around him. Rob's strong arms embraced him as tight and steady as ever, making him wonder how he could have ever doubted Rob's support. He pulled back and cupped Rob's face. Suddenly, the short week apart felt more like a year and he moved his hands to the back of Rob's head, bringing their lips together.

Rob closed his eyes, letting Matt's lips slowly play against his, then opened his mouth and with his tongue, urged Matt to do the same. Matt did without hesitation and clenched his hands in Rob's hair, forcing the kiss deeper. Rob moaned, his head starting to spin as Matt's kiss grew more intense by the second, and next thing he knew, he was pushing Matt against the table and pulling his shirt out of his jeans.

"Wait!" Breaking the kiss, Matt pushed Rob back a little.

"What's wrong?" Rob asked confused.

"Nothing." Blushing, Matt quickly pulled his shirt back down.

A thought occurred to Rob and, irritated at his own actions, he slapped his forehead. After everything Matt had been though, this had to be the last thing he was in the mood for. "I'm sorry Midnight. I don't know what I was thinking."

"No, It's okay." Matt forced an assuring smile. "I uh... I guess you've noticed I'm...I'm not in the best shape. Maybe I should hit the gym with you."

"What?" Rob blinked, surprised. Matt's loss of weight was noticeable to everyone, but he hadn't expected it to be something, Matt would be bothered about. Especially, when Matt's idea of out of shape was the average man's idea of in shape. But before he had a chance to say anything, someone knocked on the door.

"So much for privacy." Rob muttered.

"I'll get it." Matt offered, relieved to change the subject. He opened the door and raised his eyebrows, seeing the commissioner.

JR tipped his hat to him. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I was hoping to get a chance to speak privately with you. That is, if you're not busy."

"Uh...Sure." Matt exchanged 'what the heck' looks with Rob. The commissioner wasn't in the habit of knocking on people's doors for a little chat.

Rob retrieved his water bottle. "I was on my way out anyway." He went to the door, mouthing the words 'I won't be long' as he passed Matt, then left down the hall.

Matt gestured for the commissioner to enter the room. "What can I do for you?"

Instead of answering, JR sat in a chair and gave him a small smile. "How have you been doing?"

"Fine." Matt simply answered, wanting to get past the pleasantries. Guessing he was in trouble for not following doctor's orders, he sat across from JR, ready to plead his case. "Look, I know I'm suppose to be home resting and all..."

JR held up a hand, halting his words. "As long as you're not doing anything physical, I'm not going to worry about it. Besides, that's not why I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh." Matt grew more perplexed as JR seemed to grow uncomfortable. Clearly there was something he wanted to say, but didn't seem to know where to start.

Finally, JR cleared his throat as if figuring there was no sense in beating around the bush. "Matt, the reason I wanted to talk to you is... I've recently learned about everything that's happened between you and Austin."

Matt kept his expression blank. "What do you mean?"

"I know your absence wasn't because you were at home trying to recover from a virus. You were with Austin. He was the one stalking you." JR removed his hat. "I also know about the things he's done to you in the past. To you, your brother and your friends."

Matt sat, almost too stunned to speak. Vince or Shane could have said something, but they still didn't know everything. No one was to ever know. And as JR regarded him with pity, he felt his face slowly heat up with humiliation and most of all rage.

"My brother talked to you, didn't he? He fucking told you so you'd talk me into pressing charges right?" Matt stood, fists clenched. Once and for all, Jeff would learn never to open his mouth again.

"Hold on." JR stood as well. "You brother didn't say anything to me."

"How do I know that? He'd tell you not to tell me."

"You have my word." JR said solemnly. "He's not the one who told me."

"Then who?" Matt persisted, feeling his blood boil hot. If Rob betrayed him, after claiming to support him...

"Please Matt, sit back down." JR tried.

"TELL ME HOW YOU KNOW!" Matt demanded, yelling. "WHO TOLD YOU!"

JR sighed and sat down himself. "Steve did."

"Austin?"

JR nodded. "When I went to visit him."

Matt slowly sat back down. "You saw him? Spoke to him?"

"A few days ago." JR confirmed. "He told me everything, I'm not sure why. I think the confession might have been part of his treatment. Either way, he owns up to everything he's done."

"What treatment?" Matt asked, trying to let it all sink in. "Where is he?"

"A rehabilitation program, in Texas." JR answered.

"How did you know he was there?" Matt demanded again, impatient with the other man's slow responses.

JR remained quiet a few more seconds before answering. "He called me. I guess it's no secret to anyone, we use to be good friends once. But over the past few years, we've barley managed to say so much as a word to one another. That's about the time, he started getting heavy into the drugs. Remember a few years back, when he broke his neck in the ring and was gone for a year?"

Matt nodded, although truthfully, he'd almost forgotten.

"I think that's when it started." JR lowered his eyes, sadly. "At first the pain-killers and other prescriptions were a necessity. But it was only to be a temporary necessity. For some reason, he never stopped taking them. He had a problem, but would listen to no one. Not even me. And I finally gave-up trying."

JR raised his eyes. "I'm not making excuses for his actions. There are none. But I truly am sorry. If I'd known at the time, what was going on, I would have done something. Believe me."

"I do." Matt whispered. He had no reason not to believe JR would have tried to do something. But what could he have possibly done to stop the madman? What could anyone have done?

JR leaned forward in his chair. "He's fully aware, you have the power to put him in prison and accepts whatever happens. I just want you to know, whatever you do, I will back you up as a witness he'd confessed to. It's the least I can do."

"Okay." Matt muttered absently, while his mind tried to put all the pieces into place. So Austin hadn't been watching him, after all. Once again, the Rattlesnake had simply returned home. "What's the treatment place like? Is it doing anything for him?"

"I don't know." JR said truthfully. "Only time will tell."

Gilbert Hardy knelt beside his small garden, in the backyard of his home, humming to himself and pulling out weeds. Eddie and Liger lazily laid on the grass next him and popped up their heads, hearing a noise from the side of the house.

"What is it now?" Gilbert asked, when both the German and Boxer raised to their feet. "Another squirrel?" He followed their gaze and was surprised to see Matt come from around the side of the house.

Eddie instantly ran over, barking with excitement and nearly tackling Matt off his feet.

"Easy boy." Matt chuckled, while trying to calm his friend down.

"He's defiantly missed you." Gilbert said amused. "I didn't expect you back so soon."

"They weren't going to let me wrestle." Matt gave Liger's head a few pets, the dog coming over and eagerly watching for his own owner to show up. But it'd still be a few days before Jeff returned home. "Since I wasn't doing anything, might as well come home and rest."

"Now you're showing some sense." Gilbert nodded approvingly. "One day you and your brother are going to break your necks, showboating with all that high-faluting stuff you both do."

Matt didn't bother responding right away to his Dad's usual comment, something he'd heard for as long he could remember. Since he was a child, he'd dreamed of one day becoming a wrestler. Not only did he self-train himself and his brother, but built his own independent wrestling promotion- OMEGA. For someone who was barley twenty years old, his impressive resume had quickly caught the attention of the WWF, earning him and his brother contracts. And even though OMEGA was a small school, compared to many throughout-out the country, not many could say they had students who'd eventually made it to the WWF- Amy as Lita, Shane 'The Hurricane' Helms and Shannon Moore.

Yet, despite all his successful years in the business, the international fame and the fact that his weekly paycheck was more money than the average person made in a few months- His Dad still seemed to consider wrestling a hobby he'd eventually grow out of.

"If injuring myself was all I ever had to worry about, I'd be doing great." Matt dryly replied. He went to sit on the back porch steps and watched as his Dad grumble while he weeded. "Why don't you just let me hire you a gardener?"

"Hire a gardener?" Gilbert looked up, like he'd never heard anything more absurd. "Do something as foolish as that and all you'll do is make me mad. Besides, this is relaxing."

"Just a suggestion."

"Well you can keep your silly suggestion." Gilbert shook his head. "I'll never understand why you hire other people to do your work, when you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself."

"I do plenty of stuff myself."

Gilbert snorted. "Is that why that guy stops by once a week to take care of your lawn? When was the last time you vacuumed your own floor, or do you even know where the maid keeps the vacuum? I'm surprised you didn't hire someone to take care of the dog."

"I was going to, but I thought you might like the company." Matt snapped defensively. "And it's not like I'm home all the damn time to do the shit."

Gilbert pointed a warning finger at him. "Watch your mouth Matthew Moore. Wrestler or not, I can still take a switch to your smart little butt!"

"Sorry." Matt muttered, lowering his head. An old childhood habit, he'd never really lost, especially when it came to his stern Dad.

Gilbert just nodded and resumed his work. A few moments later he raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything when Matt knelt beside him and began pulling out some weeds.

They work quietly for several minutes, until Matt paused, wiping away the sweat that was already forming on his brow. "I don't know how anybody could consider this relaxing." He complained.

"Then why are you doing it?" Gilbert simply asked.

Matt sighed. Did nothing ever please the man? "Thought you'd like the help."

"Well, since you're down here, being so helpful, might as well tell me what's wrong."

Matt nonchalantly shrugged. "What makes you think anything's wrong?"

Gilbert gave him a knowing look. "It was all I could do to get you boys to pull out a single blade of grass. Used to think you were scared of the dirt. Now suddenly you want to be Farmer Joe?"

"Forget it then." Matt irritably threw down the handful of weeds he was holding and stood, heading for the porch. "Thanks for watching Eddie." He muttered.

"Now just hold on a second." Gilbert threw down his handful as well. "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you."

"Then stop talking to me like I'm a kid." Matt grabbed Eddie's leash from the porch steps and beckoned him over to leave.

"Then stop acting like one." Gilbert snapped. "I say a few words and you practically start throwing a tantrum. You think I can't tell when something is bothering you?"

Matt opened his mouth to deny it, but fell silent instead. What was the point? His Dad had always been able to tell when something was wrong, and he was getting tired of pretending there wasn't. Sitting back on the stairs, he crossed his arms over his knees, wondering how his Dad would react if he lit up a cigarette. Why should he care? He was an adult. Why did he have to care about anything? Suddenly, the thought of gardening really did seem appealing. He could retire today and for the rest of his life, all he'd ever have to care about was making beautiful things grow.

Gilbert climbed to his feet and went to sit beside him, his stern expression softening. "What is it Son?"

Matt slowly shook his head. "I've done something. Made a decision. But I don't know if it's right."

"What decision did you make?" Gilbert asked patiently.

Matt closed his eyes, swallowing the sudden knot in his throat. Of all the things in the world, the one thing he could always count on was his father being there for him, unconditionally. Never had he let him down. He used to be able to tell his Dad anything and everything. And one day he would again. One day he'd reveal to his Dad the painful secrets of the last few years of his life. But not today.

Gilbert didn't press further when it became obvious, Matt wasn't going to answer. "Look Son, I did the best I could, teaching you boys right from wrong. You're an intelligent young man, but it doesn't matter how smart you are, you're not going to go through life without making a few wrong choices."

"I know." Matt said quietly. "And I think I'm doing the right thing, but no one else does."

"If this is a decision you've got to make on your own, you can't worry about what other people think." Gilbert replied. "Just remember, whatever you decide, good or bad, you've got to live with it for the rest of your life. Can you?"

Matt chewed his lower lip, recalling his stay in the hospital after his near-death experience. At the time, he'd believed Austin to be dead and remembered wishing that the Rattlesnake had also been given another chance to appreciate life. Ironically, he now had the power to give it to him. "This is going to sound strange and I know you won't understand but... I've been given a second chance. I can't deny somebody else the same thing."

Gilbert thought about the comment. "Then I have no doubt, you've made the right choice."

Matt sat quietly for a moment, then nodded to himself.

Gilbert gave him a clap on the back and stood. "Now come on. You can help me finish."

Matt followed his Dad back to the small garden, no longer minding.

"Can I help too?" Jeff asked, stepping out from the side of the house. Liger ran over, happy to finally be able to greet his owner.

"Well what do you know..." Gilbert smiled. "This is more help then I've gotten in years. Grab a patch of dirt."

Matt wasn't smiling. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be working?"

Jeff knelt down beside him and shrugged. "JR ordered me to take a few extra days off, for some reason. I didn't catch you before you left or we could have rode back together." He gave Matt a small smile. "I'm sorry I missed you."

Matt studied him a moment, the true meaning behind Jeff's apology, clear and sincere. For some reason, he felt Jeff didn't just suddenly show up and wondered how much he'd heard. But finally, he returned his little brother's smile. "It's cool. I'm am too."

Gilbert clapped Jeff on the back. "So, bring your friend Chris with you?"

"He still has to work."

"Too bad." Gilbert said casually. "He's a nice kid. Maybe I'll see him next time."

Jeff shrugged. "Maybe. I didn't realize you liked him so much."

"Anybody that can keep you out of trouble is alright with me." Gilbert said lightly. "It's a shame you didn't meet him years ago. Funny how a relationship can settle a person down."

Jeff absently chuckled, while pulling out a few weeds, then froze when his Dad's words finally hit him. He exchanged glances with Matt, who looked just as surprised. Gilbert continued working, pretending not to notice.

Jeff cleared his throat. "Relationship?" He forced himself to laugh at the crazy notion. "What are you talking about?"

Gilbert just shook his head at the weak act. "Oh you know what I mean. I don't know what crazy term you kids call it now a days- relationship, going out, shacking-up- Whatever it is, least he seems like a nice kid."

Jeff's eyes widened. "You know about...uh...You know?"

Gilbert chuckled. "I may be old, but I'm not senile. It wasn't hard to figure out, considering over the past few years, he's the only friend from work you've ever brought home with you."

"Are you okay with it?" Jeff asked, hesitantly, unsure how to interpret his Dad's reaction. "I mean... do you have some kind of problem with it?"

Gilbert shrugged. "The only problem I have is, why you didn't think you could tell the old man. You used to be able to tell me anything, but I guess things eventually change. I just want you both to know, as long as it's not illegal, I don't have a problem with anything you boys do. There isn't a father in the world who could be prouder or love the both of you more."

Matt raised his eyebrows. He never had a doubt their father was proud and loved them, but he'd never been the kind of guy to say those sort of things. Even when they were little, instead of saying 'I love you' it was usually just a simple pat on the back.

Jeff smiled at his Dad, his face flushing with pleasure. To think, his Dad had always known about Chris and was cool with it... He looked over at Matt expectantly, but Matt returned all his attention back to his weeding, more than happy to let Jeff have the spotlight. He'd save his for another time.

Jeff rolled his eyes and turned back to his Dad. "Well... Chris will be coming down the day after tomorrow, you wanna have dinner with us?"

Gilbert contemplated the offer. "Who's cooking?"

"He is."

"In that case, I'll be there."

"I'm not that bad of a cook." Jeff said, offended. "You've never complained about my food before."

Gilbert snorted. "A father will suffer through anything, for the love of a son."

Matt had to laugh, while Jeff frowned. "Appreciate the sacrifice."

Gilbert climbed to his feet, wiping the dirt off his knees. "As nice as this is, I've got to go get cleaned up for tonight."

"Thanks again, for watching Eddie." Matt said.

Gilbert waved a hand. "Don't mention it, since I already watch Liger. But I thought you got a cat?"

"A cat? Why would you think that?"

"Uh...Did I say he got a cat?" Jeff interrupted, forgetting how he'd run into his Dad the day him and Chris were searching for clues at Matt's house. "My mistake, I meant a dog."

Gilbert gave him a perplexed look. "How do you mistake a German Shepherd for a cat?"

"Oh, you know me."

Gilbert shook his head. "Sometimes, I wonder."

Matt fixed Jeff with his own perplexed look.

"I'll explain later." Jeff whispered. "So Dad, what's going on tonight?"

"Bingo!" Gilbert wiggled his eyebrows. "And Mrs. Johnson's saving a seat just for me."

"Widow Johnson?" Jeff made a face. "You like that mean hag?"

Gilbert frowned. "Just because she's not the flashy woman you boys are used to hanging around with, doesn't mean she's a hag. Hell, you consider anyone a hag if they're not wearing a pound of make-up and running around half-naked." He smiled to himself. "She's a classy lady and I must say, her new hair color is quiet becoming."

Matt raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you liked her."

Gilbert shrugged and headed for the door. "She likes me and that's all I'm saying. I think Mildred does too, for that matter. She's always giving me pie."

"PIE!" Jeff's mouth dropped.

"Not that kind of pie." Matt told his brother.

Gilbert gave them both a funny look. "Can't help it if the woman offers me pie. It'd be rude to turn it down. Besides, I like it."

Matt stifled his laugh. "Have fun. Hope you win."

Gilbert smiled. "Plan on it. I'm feeling lucky tonight." With that, he entered the house to get cleaned up.

Jeff sat staring at the backdoor with an expression of complete disgust and Matt finally had to burst out laughing. Jeff eventually started laughing with him, relieved to be able to do so again. "I guess Dad's the 'playa playa' of the bingo hall, huh?"

"Must be a Hardy thing." Matt proudly tossed his head. "We got all the appeal and can get all the pie."

Jeff cocked his head to the side, but had to admit, he even missed his brother's arrogance and out of impulse, leaned over and hugged him. "In case I forgot to tell you, I love you Brother."

Matt smiled, hugging him back. "I love you too."

Jeff pulled back and smirked. "Man, you are such a sap-ass."

"Whatever." Matt muttered, going back to work.

Jeff just laughed. "By the way, you're welcome to come over for dinner too. You and Rob."

Matt snorted. "I should think so, considering all the free food you mooch off me."

"I've never asked you for food."

"I know. You just take it."

Jeff shrugged off the comment. "Anyway, are you going to come over or what?"

Matt thought to himself. "Thanks, but there's something else I have to do. And I want to get it over with."

"Need some help?"

Matt shook his head. "You really can't help me with this."

Jeff nodded and went back to pulling weeds. However, a few minutes later he stopped, frowning. "Hey...How'd we get stuck working in the garden?"

Matt halted his actions. So deep in thought, he hadn't even realized himself what they'd been doing the whole time. "Guess we got suckered."

"Speak for yourself." Jeff stood, brushing himself off. "I think I'll hire Dad a gardener. I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

Matt just smiled at him. "Do that. And be sure to tell him it was all your idea."

Matt pulled the car into the parking space, turned off the ignition and sat checking out the building.

"This is the place?" Rob asked, from the passenger seat.

Matt pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and double-checked the address JR had given him. "This is it." He confirmed, sharing Rob's surprise.

The rehabilitation center looked anything but. Located outside one of the smaller Texas cities, it was off by itself in a green scenic area. Instead of a cold gray clinic, it looked more like a large cottage someone would rent out for a vacation hide away.

"You sure you want to do this?" Rob asked, again.

Matt nodded, only a little more hesitantly than the last few times Rob had asked. The last minute trip had been booked without any real plan. He called Rob up, informing him of his intentions and, not wanting Rob to feel pressured into going along, was relieved Rob insisted to. Rob had booked a flight to the Texas airport, where they'd met up, and as soon as they gathered their bags, they began the two-hour drive to the clinic.

"Might as well check out the inside." Rob unfastened his seatbelt.

"Why don't you wait out here?" Matt asked.

"What for?" Rob furrowed his brow. "I'm here to support you."

"You are, more than you know and I'm grateful, but..." Matt chewed his bottom lip. "I really don't think the two of you seeing each other would be a good thing. Especially at this place."

Rob started to argue, but couldn't. During the entire trip over, he'd already envisioned several different ways of breaking the Rattlesnake's neck, for good, without anyone noticing. "Maybe you're right."

"I won't be long." Matt promised. Leaving the keys in the ignition, he climbed out of the car and headed toward the entrance. Once at the door, he placed his hand on the handle and hesitated, looking back over his shoulder at Rob. Rob gave him a smile and Matt forced a return one, already beginning to feel nervous. This was a place of rehab, what was there to feel nervous about? Pushing the nervousness aside, he walked in the door.

The front room of the clinic was a reception area and a young man, sitting behind a desk, looked up and smiled. "How can I help you?"

Matt approached the desk. "I spoke to someone on the phone earlier... A guy name Mike, I think."

"That's me." Mike smiled and extended his hand. "You must be Matt Hardy."

"Yes." Matt shook his hand, while trying to look past him, at the rest of the clinic. Like the outside, the inside looked just as cottage-like and cozy.

"It's always nice to see visitors." Mike cheerfully picked up a clipboard and handed it over. "Just sign in and I'll take you back to see... I'm sorry, I don't remember if you mentioned who you were coming to see."

"I didn't." Matt quickly signed his name and handed it back. "I'm here to see Steve Aust...uh Williams."

Mike nodded, while studying Matt's signature. "Interesting penmanship."

Matt looked at the clipboard and realized he'd accidentally signed his name autograph style. "Sorry. Habit I guess."

Mike just chuckled. "Well if you ever become famous, that'd make a nice autograph."

Matt smiled. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Come along this way." Mike waved him over. "I think he's still out back."

Matt followed Mike through the house, still amazed the place was actually a rehab. They walked through a den where a few people sat, casually chatting or watching TV. Everyone, who looked his way, gave him a friendly smile, like they didn't have a care in the world.

Mike led him out the patio doors of the clinic and stopped on small balcony, looking around. Matt looked around as well, taking-in the sunny scene. A garden, his Dad would have envied, surrounded a small pond. Elegant patio furniture was placed around the large lawn with people kicked back and enjoying cold fruity drinks. If rehab were this nice, why didn't everyone do it? Then again, not everyone had the money like Austin, to be able to afford such accommodations.

"Ah, there he is." Mike pointed to a small group of people, under a huge shade tree.

Matt squinted in the sun then felt his heart skip a beat, finally laying his eyes on Austin. The Rattlesnake sat quietly in a semi-circle group, all of them listening to what appeared to be a counselor. The counselor spoke, gesturing for the others to join in and do the same.

"Are they in a meeting?" Matt asked, hoping the answer was yes. Then he'd have to leave and come back later, if he even came back at all. But then the trip would be nothing but a useless waste of time and money.

"No, you can go over and get him." Mike answered. "It's just a little group gathering. It's the councilor's way of helping them get to know each other a little better. That way, they'll hopefully feel more comfortable speaking at the meetings."

Matt absently nodded. Every now and then, the others would join in the conversation. All except for Austin. The Rattlesnake sat quiet, but attentive.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back up front." Mike said. "But feel free to go over and join your friend."

"Thank you." Matt replied. After Mike left, he remained on the balcony for a several more minutes. What was there to be worried about? Austin couldn't do anything to him here and even if he tried, he was now physically able to fight back. More at ease with the thought, Matt finally stepped down the stairs and walked over to the group.

A few people in the semi-circle glanced his way then turned their attention back to the counselor. Austin turned, glanced over briefly, and also looked away uninterested. Suddenly, it seemed to hit him and he looked over again, eyes wide with astonishment.

Matt stopped, meeting the Rattlesnake's eyes. It took of few seconds for Austin to come out of his shock enough to excuse himself from the group and walk over. Matt forced himself to stand calm and impassive, hiding the uneasiness he felt as Austin came closer.

Austin stopped a few feet in front of him, his expression bewildered, then shoved a hand in his pocket and ran the other over his head. Neither man said anything, and uncomfortable, Austin shifted his feet, his bewildered expression turning nervous. A look not suited for someone who was known as the Rattlesnake.

Matt studied Austin, almost taken aback. Nothing about the man, reminded him of the cold venomous wrestler. The weary person standing before him was simply Steve Williams. And he was surprised to find himself suddenly feeling pity.

Finally Austin cleared his throat. "Funny meeting you here." He tried to joke.

"Yeah, I guess it is." Matt agreed quietly.

Austin peered behind him. "Bring the cops with you?" He asked expectantly, as though prepared for their arrival.

Matt slowly shook his head. "There's always next time." He warned, making his meaning clear.

Austin just nodded and looked at the ground. "Look Kid...Matt...I know there ain't nothing that can take back what I've done, and I know you're not going to believe me but... I'm sorry. I know that don't mean shit to you, it wouldn't me either, but...there's nothing else I can do or say."

Matt narrowed his dark eyes. Austin was right. There was nothing he could ever say or do that would erase any part of the past. The gruff useless apology meant shit. But in all the years he'd known the Rattlesnake, he couldn't recall a single time, he'd ever heard Austin say the words to anyone.

Matt took a step closer and waited until Austin looked up again. "I forgive you."

Austin blinked. He obviously hadn't known what to expect upon first seeing Matt, but clearly it wasn't that. He opened his mouth to speak, but failed, incapable of finding anything to say.

Matt saved him the trouble, realizing he'd done what he needed to do. The past was now finally in the past and, turning his back on the Rattlesnake, he simply walked away.

THE END

Epilogue to follow