Jeff's Grace, Dawn's Past
Disclaimer : I do not own the Hardy Boys, Matt or Jeff, they belong to themselves and the WWE, any OC's are mine and only I can torment them
Chapter 3
Rewind to the blur of colours
He watched the road ahead as he raced the new Suzuki Huyabusa. The wind raced over his thin muscle shirt as his muscles strained to get accustomed to the new bike.
He noticed another bike that glinted a metallic purple in his soft green eyes.
'Interesting colour'
He races down the highway and then turned onto a dirt road and proceeded to turn around and go full throttle up the other side of the highway. On his way up the road, he saw the saw the same bike skidding sideways, and just as he finished pass it, he saw the sparks from their metal leg guards streak down the highway.
' Shit, I better go back and see if he's alright."
The rider went to do a quick u- turn, but noticed he had a car in front and behind of him and one in the on coming lane. He waited for the next side road to come up and pulled in and did a quick turn around.
Back to normal view with Dawn
Dawn slowly wiggled her leg out from underneath the bike, while gritting her teeth. She managed to stand up on her good leg and pull the bike up inspecting the damage.
"Travis and Gabriel win again…fuckers!" she kicked the gravel with her heavy boot. Suddenly her leg let her know that it was in pain, she grimaced in pain as sat on the bike again. She hooked her legs on the pegs and leaned back, holding her arms out to the open sky above she began to sing out with the song that played in her ears.
"Why do you forsaken me, in your eyes, forsaken me in your heart, forsaken me in your hearts, forsaken me, self righteous thought of suicide when angels deserve to die."
She closed her eyes as she laid right back on her bike singing but she never heard the roar of another engine come up behind her. The other rider killed the engine and got off the bike, Dawn's eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly and unhooking her boots from the pegs on her bike.
"So you always sing System of a Down when you've crashed and you're obviously hurt." He approached her with a cheesy grin on his face and watched as Dawn snapped open her visor.
He was startled when she sat up and started the bike again and then spoke angrily to him.
"Fuck off, I didn't ask you to stop Skittles." Dawn clamped down her visor and torn off the gravel shoulder, effectively spraying the other rider with bits of dirt.
"Why that little..." He snarled he ran back to his bike and jumped on it to follow her.
"Calm. I need calm…" she brokenly sobbed as she looked for a place to turn off. Dawn saw a dirt road coming up and prayed to every god she wasn't going to get lost even more. She traveled down a bit more and saw the field to her left lined with trees.
'Looks like Papa's farmstead'
She veered off towards the field near the trees, not even noticed the rider behind her. The other rider stayed back and watched them ride over to the tree line where they stopped and killed the engine.
He watched as they limped off their bike and proceeded to not so gracefully to land on the ground beside the bike. He watched as the mouthy rider clutched their leg and rocked back and forth. He gritted his teeth and started to ride over there, intent telling them to get the fuck off his land.
By the time he got over there, the other rider was trying to take off the heavy motor cross boot to inspect the leg.
"Hey! Y'all think you can just…" he trailed off as he saw the leg come out of the boot, that's wasn't a man's leg. The other rider snarled and stopped pulling their leg out and reached up and began to undo their helmet, they pushed it back off of their face and it fell to the ground with a thud.
A mass of poker straight deep purple and blue hair fell to the riders shoulders as she gritted her teeth and growled fighting with her boot buckles.
"Need help?" a male voice asked her.
She stopped long enough to turn towards him and lock eyes. He squatted down to her level about 5 feet away from her and watched as she turned towards him. Vivid emerald green clashed with angry ice blue eyes.
'Great, just fucking great!'
Dawn drew in a ragged breath and grinded her teeth together as she shoved her leg back into her boot. She stood up quickly and limped slightly over to her bike.
"I'll be on my way Mr. Skittles. Obviously I'm trespassing." Dawn ground out to keep from showing how much pain she was really in, she knew she sprained some part of her ankle, her head hurt and she was trying to clear her vision.
"Look I know you are hurt, so why don't you follow me to the house and I can get a cold compress for your leg and head." He tried to reason with her.
Dawn stooped low to grab her helmet and examined it. "Dammit, I screwed up the airbrushing." She commented while trying to ignore the multi coloured rider. She then turned to him, with her helmet on her hip and glared.
"As if, I don't know you, I don't know your name and it will be a cold day in hell when I accept the help from any man…again." She sat on her bike and pulled her helmet on her head gingerly, waiting for a moment to clear her vision again. She sagged forward a bit and the male rider stood up quickly and covered the distance between them.
"Look you need to rest; I don't know how long you've been on the road non stop…"
"Five days." She whispered.
His eyes widened and were shocked, even he didn't go five days on the road on his bike non stop.
"Ok here's the deal, you follow me back to my place, you can sit outside on your bike, I'll get you something to eat and some medical supplies, and after you're done you can leave." His tone brooked no argument.
"Why you being so nice? What's your angle, you don't even know me." She sneered. She started the bike again, and slowly pulled away from him. He quickly mounted his bike and soon caught up to her yelling over the wind between them.
"Just let me help you, you stubborn bitch!"
Dawn hit the brakes on her bike and glared at him. "You fucker!" she yelled at him. She turned on her heel and sped the bike away from him, going into the field deeper. She stopped the bike and revved it for a few seconds before she started tearing through the soft ground charging at the other rider. At the last second she slid the bike sideways and pelted him with the same soil as under his own feet. Rocks and other chunks hitting his bike and him. She sped away with his close on her tail.
Inadavertly he steered her closer to his place, as they raced closer to his place he figured she would turn and hit the road leading off the property, instead she chose the dirt path to the motor cross circuit. He grinned, he knew she wouldn't try anything on the track. Oh how wrong he was.
Dawn immediately saw the beginnings of the circuit and took to it. Her bike could handle anything, that's how she customized it. She took the jumps easily as the other rider joined her, then she saw it. It was like candy in her eyes, a huge jump over top of some kind of crater.
Dawn gunned the throttle as the other rider stopped to watch in horror. He knew no other bike would make it across except a motor cross; the other bikes were just too heavy. She took off up the ramp to begin the jump, with that it triggered the 'crater' to activate and send a huge flame shooting upwards.
She leaned back and gasped as the heat of the flame licked at her and the bike. She lost concentration and lost control of the bike as it landed on the other side. It went sideways wildly, kicking up dirt and other debris onto her. She felt the stones pelt her as she lost consciousness.
The male rider raced down to the other ramp and literally jumped off of his bike to race over to her. He slowly undid her helmet and slid it off her head and gently placed it on the ground beside her head as he checked her over, her hair splayed on the dirt beneath her, blood trickled out of an open cut on her forehead and the corner of her mouth.
Dawn's eyes fluttered open as she saw someone leaning over her. Her whole body hurt, she wanted to cry, to scream to rage. But the simplest question from his mouth stopped her.
"Are you alright?" His voice heavy with concern.
And then Dawn lost it, she began to sob uncontrollably. All he could hear was barely a whisper that said, "No Skittles, I'm not." He gathered her in his arms as best as her could while her legs were pinned under her bike. He held her and whispered with a bit of a chuckle.
"No not Skittles, my names is Jeff. Jeff Hardy."