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A/N: Ack, again, sorry for the delay! No good excuse except I've been delving into another fandom recently and I can't work in two fandoms at the same time. Eh… I'm not sure if I'm quite happy with how this turned out, but I figured I'd better update anyway, even if it is really short.

Jeff paced backstage as he waited for the current match to end so he could go out, start that week's segment, and finally get the information he wanted out of Jericho. The last two hours had dragged on and no matter how hard he tried Jeff couldn't stop his mind from straying back to the thought of finally getting new information about what was going on.

Matt was leaning up against a nearby wall, content to silently watch his brother pace. He had tried to distract him earlier in the evening and he had tried to get him to stop pacing, but neither endeavor had exactly worked out that well- both of them had caused him to be snapped at and told to mind his own business, though not in those words, of course. After the second failed attempt he had simply given up; it was close enough to when they would have to go out that it didn't matter anymore anyway.

Kennedy stumbled backstage, having just won his match against William Regal. Jeff stopped his pacing when he saw him and got ready to head out, which would be as soon as Regal came backstage. There was a brief pause after Regal had walked back before their music hit and Jeff finally walked out into the arena, followed closely by his brother, who had a huge grin on his face, though he glared at Jeff to silently remind him not to rush things just so he could talk to Jericho.

Matt didn't need to worry, though. Jeff had gone from impatient and irritable to relaxed and acting like he had the time in the world in a split second. There was nothing different in his usual routine as he walked down the ramp, climbed into the ring, and posed on top of the turnbuckle before grabbing a mic and walking to the center of the ring.

"So, another week, another update on what we've found out," Jeff said. "Which, admittedly, isn't a lot. So how about we just bring out someone to interview now?"

Maria's music started playing and the Diva came out to a fairly good pop from the crowd. She had a huge grin on her face when as she walked down to the ring and Jeff was hoping that she was smiling because she had information for them, not just because she was in a good mood. He held down the rope for her as she entered, microphone already in hand.

"Hey Jeff, Matt," she said in her usual bubbly voice. "So, you wanted to talk to me? I hope you don't think that I came up with the idea for all of this!"

Matt laughed. "No, don't worry. We were just wondering if during one of your many conversations backstage you might have possibly told someone that you were concerned about Jeff's injury, someone who might have done something with that information to lead to this situation?"

Maria put on a show of trying to remember before starting to talk. "Well, there was this one time…" She had barely finished describing the first situation- something about seeing Jericho listening in on one of her conversations- when his music hit and Jericho walked out.

"You cannot be serious," he said as he entered the ring. "Have you really sunken so low that you're forced to get information from her?" Maria, acting perfectly insulted, made her way out of the ring, leaving Jericho to finally talk to Jeff and Matt.

"Well unlike some people here, she might actually have had something for us," Matt said.

Jericho smirked. "And what makes you think that I don't have any information?"

"If you have something to tell us then just say it!" Jeff snarled. He knew he needed to act frustrated and annoyed, but right now he was just anxious and curious. He had been waiting to hear what Jericho was going to tell them for hours and now he was finally going to find out what this piece of information was.

"I never said I was going to tell you the information," Jericho pointed out.

"Either tell us what you know or get out of the ring," Matt snapped. He was quickly losing his patience with him.

Whether Jericho could tell that it would not be a good idea to prolong this anymore than he already had or he had gotten tired of tormenting them, he finally did tell them his information. "Alright, fine, I'll tell you," he said. "It was three weeks ago, that night that you first came back. It was after the show. You had already left, Jeff, but Matt here-" He turned to face him. "-was just starting to leave the building. He was on his phone, telling someone how things had gone that night. You remember, don't you Matt?"

"Just get on with it, Jericho!" Jeff was practically yelling at this point.

"Hey, I'm just trying to set the scene, you know, so your brother can remember what was going on at this point. After all, any detail he can remember may help you." He smirked again before continuing, "Anyway, I wasn't paying too much attention to you, Matt. Not after what had happened… earlier that night. However, I did hear someone mention you- both of you. I couldn't hear who they were talking to, so they were probably calling someone, but they definitely sounded like they were talking about Jeff's back problem."

"Anything else?" Jeff asked.

"Why, haven't I done enough for you tonight? What more do you want out of me? I helped you already, didn't I?"

Jeff took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Now would not be a good time for him to attack Jericho, though he really wanted to. True, he may have given them information, but he was still completely infuriating. To his surprise, the second he had convinced himself that it would not be a good idea to punch Jericho, Matt did just that. It wasn't until Jericho started fighting back and the two of them rolled outside the ring that Jeff tried to separate them.

He pulled Matt away before he could attack again, allowing Jericho to make his escape up the ramp. "I'm sorry, Jeff," Matt said quietly as they too made their way up the ramp, after Jericho had already gone backstage. "I just sort of… snapped, I guess."

Jeff chuckled softly. "Don't worry about it. If you hadn't had attacked him I would've within thirty seconds or so."

XXXXX

Jeff yawned as he unlocked his hotel room door. "Guess you were right. My lack of sleep is finally starting to catch up with me," he said with a small chuckle. When he didn't hear a response he frowned and turned around. "Matt?"

His brother looked up when he heard his name. "Sorry, guess I just zoned out."

"It's fine," Jeff said. "So, what do you want to do now that we got that bit of information out of Chris?"

"Actually, I was going to go talk to some people tomorrow," Matt said. "I think I may remember some of the people that were hanging around that night and I want to see if any of them remember anything else."

Jeff nodded. "Sounds like a plan then. Want me to come along too?"

Matt shook his head. "No, you need to sleep. We don't have anything going on until tomorrow afternoon so you can sleep in and get caught up on your sleep while I'll talk to them."

Jeff grinned. "Fair enough. Goodnight Matt."

Matt just nodded, turned, and walked down the hall. Jeff watched him leave, frowning slightly and wondering if there was anything wrong, before closing his door.

XXXXX

"Chris, I need to talk to you."

Jericho turned around, a smirk forming when he saw who was standing there. "I was wondering when you would talk to me, considering you're probably the only one who really understood what I was talking about yesterday."

"Were you serious about it, though? That I was the one that inspired them to suggest that storyline?"

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. It's not like anyone's ever going to know…"

"They'll figure it out! Everyone's going to figure it out eventually!"

Jericho sighed. "Look, I'm sorry that I needed to reveal that little piece of information, I really am."

"No you're not. You have no idea what you've done, what's going to happen now. My career is going to be over when they find out it was me!"

"It's not like you inspired this on purpose, you know," Jericho pointed out. "They're going to realize this and it's not going to be that bad."

"You have no idea how much this is affecting Jeff right now. Once he finds out who's behind it, me and whichever writer actually wrote the storyline, the only thing he's going to be thinking about is revenge! He's not going to think 'Oh, he didn't mean for this to happen'!" There was a faint sigh, and then, "Do you at least know which writer it was?"

Jericho shook his head. "No, I'm sorry to say I don't. Look, just don't get too worked up about it, okay?" He said before smiling apologetically and walking away.

XXXXX

"Have you talked to anyone yet?" Jeff asked Matt as soon as he saw him.

Matt chuckled. "No, not really," he admitted. "I did check in with Vince though. There's no information on which writer actually snuck the storyline in with the others, unfortunately, so we only have Jericho's clue to work off of now."

Jeff shrugged. "Still, that's more than we had before, and once you talk to those people, hopefully we'll be that much closer to get this sorted out."

Matt grinned. "Let's hope so."