Title: The Fire in Your Eyes
Author: NeroAnne (combo of Trish/Jeff's middle names.)
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy and the rest of the wrestlers in this fic, unfortunately, I don't.
Setting: Back when they Hardy Boyz still had Lita, back when Jeff and Matt were just youngin's and back when people like Triple H and Undertaker ruled.
Summary: Matt Hardy loves his baby brother, Jeff. He loves him more than Jeff will ever realize…but what he doesn't know is that there are other people who love Jeff…people who love him in a very frightening way.
Chapter 8.
"I don't want to, Matt!"
"Jeff, stop being so stubborn and hand them over! I'm doing this for your own good."
"No!!!"
Adam chuckled, watching Matt try to take the skittles from Jeff. It was useless. The younger Hardy held onto the candy for dear life. He understood Matt's reason for wanting to take away the candy. Jeff had eaten nearly six bags of the skittles, and he was going for a seventh. Today they had to drive back to Toronto. Having a hyper Jeff in the backseat would not be pretty.
"Little brother, I grow impatient," Matt growled, pinning Jeff's hands behind him. He then sat himself on Jeff's back. "Surrender the candy."
Jeff giggled, "Never, big brother! I shall sooner die!" Jeff twisted his body around, so that Matt had to grip the couch to avoid falling.
"Jeffrey, give your brother the candy. You can eat it when you get to Toronto," Gilbert muttered, sipping his black coffee.
Jeff pouted and handed the skittle bag over to a grinning Matt, "Figures you'd favor him. You've known him longer."
Matt smiled and kissed Jeff's forehead, "I'll give them back to you the second we enter Toronto. I promise,"
Jeff smiled and nodded, "Kay."
"Well, I guess I'll get the bags. Jeff, which one are you taking?" Matt asked, heading for the stairs.
"I packed all my stuff into the purple carrier dad gave me, and I packed your stuff into the black one he gave you," Jeff answered, moving to sit next to Jay.
"Wonderful," Matt climbed upstairs.
Jay yawned, rubbing his left eye with his fist, "Adam, honey, do you think you could get me some coffee, please?"
Adam smiled, "Sure." He headed for the kitchen, "Anyone else want some?"
Trish raised her hand weakly, "But don't add milk, please," she whispered. She was rubbing her back with one hand, and her pretty face was smothered in pain.
"Baby?" Amy asked worriedly, her hazel eyes traveled over her girlfriends body, "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah," Trish smiled, "I just…got my friend today," she shot Amy a meaningful glance.
Amy groaned, "Damn. That means I'm due in a couple of weeks."
Jeff blinked and turned to look at Jay, "What the heck are they talking about? What friend?"
Jay smiled and accepted the coffee from Adam, kissing him sweetly, "Innocent little Jeffy…does Matt tell you anything?"
Jeff blinked again.
"Right. Like I'm really gonna traumatize my brother by telling him that," Matt walked back downstairs, carrying the two bags with him.
"Don't worry about it, son," Gilbert said, grinning playfully, "Just be gay, like your brother."
Jeff grinned, "But I've always been gay."
"Then you'll never have to worry."
"Yayness." Jeff replied cheekily, before walking over to Trish, "Want me to rub your back?"
Trish smiled, "Thanks, Jeff, but I really should start packing. We're leaving in what, 20 minutes?"
"Uh huh," Matt confirmed, coming back for Adam and Jay's bags, "Damn, what do you have in here, bricks?"
Adam twitched, "That's all Jay's stuff." He fiddled with his fingers.
Matt smirked and opened up the carrier, revealing its contents. "Holy hell, Adam…how many hair supplies do you own?"
Adam huffed, "Don't hate me because my hair is beautiful," he let down his pony-tail, waving his head around enough for the locks to fly around.
"Adam…" Matt whispered. He was staring over at the other side of the room.
"What?" Adam looked to where Matt was staring and he quickly began to re-tie his hair.
Jeff's face had gone pale, and his lips began to tremble.
Matt quickly walked over to his brother, "No, no, baby…Adam didn't mean to upset you, come here,"
Jeff stared at the ground as he walked into Matt's arms, sniffling quietly.
Everyone had gone silent, and Adam had left the room. Jay had followed quickly after.
"Jeff, come on, bro…stop thinking about it, I'm gonna be here for you, alright? No one will ever touch you again." Matt hugged Jeff tightly.
Jeff nodded quietly, hugging back just as tight. "Love you," he whispered.
"Love you too," Matt replied automatically.
Gilbert sighed, "Come on boys, you have to leave in ten minutes."
Everyone began to move.
Matt placed the last carrier into the trunk, before closing it. He looked towards his brother, who was talking quietly with their dad.
Adam reached over and honked the horn, causing Jeff to jump. "Let's go Hardy's! We're gonna be late and Vince is gonna kill us!"
Jeff chuckled before turning to Gilbert.
Matt couldn't tell what he was saying, but smiled softly when they embraced. "Dad, I'm handling it," he called out, "Don't worry."
Gilbert smiled at his eldest son, walking over to him, Jeff sliding into the car. "Take care of your brother, Matt…I know he means a lot to you."
Matt stared at this father in surprise, "What? Dad…do you know?"
"That you're in love with your brother? Oh yes. Your mother told me," he smiled.
Matt smiled back, "Thanks pops. We'll try to come back as soon as possible." Hugging his father fiercely, he walked over to the driver's seat.
Gilbert watched the car until it disappeared and smiled.
Everything would be fine.
-Toronto, Ontario, Canada. RAW Arena-
Jeff slipped his hands into his pockets, waiting for Matt.
"Any day now…" Jeff whispered, a smile on his face. He looked around, his green eyes watching his co-workers walk around. He smiled and waved at RVD, who waved back.
"Jeffro?" Matt called out, his voice slightly panicked.
"I'm right here, Matty…" Jeff answered softly.
"I'll be out in a few minutes," Matt said.
"Kay…" Jeff answered absentmindedly. Matt always took longer to get dressed.
"Hey there, cutie."
Jeff blinked and looked up, immediately, he began to blush. "Hello, Mr. Michaels," he answered politely.
Shawn chuckled, gathering his long, dark brown hair into a pony-tail. "Now, now, kid. I thought I told you to call me, Shawn."
Jeff smiled, "Sorry, habit, I guess…" he licked his lips, "I watched your match earlier…are you alright? That spine-buster looked like it hurt."
Shawn waved it off, "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. It won't be the last time Hunter does it."
Jeff shivered, his eyes closing. Hunter…
"Jeff?" Matt finally walked out of the dressing room, sporting a black mesh shirt and midnight blue pants. "Oh, hello, Shawn."
Shawn grinned, "Hey, there, Matt. Good luck on the match."
Matt grinned, "Thanks."
Jeff tilted his head, hearing Cena's music begin to play. "Matty…the match."
Matt nodded, "Right, we have to go, Shawn, see you."
"Bye Matt, bye Jeff."
"Bye!" Jeff called back, following his older brother to the gorilla position.
"Remember," Matt began, watching Cena taunt the crowd, "You're only supposed to wait at ring-side till Cena makes a go at you, that's when you smack him while I distract he ref, and I pin Cena after a Twist of Fate."
Jeff nodded, "I remember."
Matt's music began to play and both brothers walked out to greet the screaming fans.
Matt groaned, placing a hand on his back.
'Well…he don't call it the "Perfect Slam" for no reason…' Matt thought. He shook his dark hair away from his eyes. To his left, he could see Cena gloating to hi baby brother, who merely narrowed his pretty green eyes.
Cena waved his hand around his face at the younger Hardy, posing the "You Can't See Me," trademark. Jeff smiled slyly and copied it, adding his own little twist in the end where he put down his ring finger, his pinky and his thumb, his hand now making the Hardy's "Gunz" signal.
The fans all cheered. Cena licked his lips in annoyance and climbed out of the ring, ignoring the ref and Matt. He walked towards Jeff, who stayed put.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed.
Matt blinked in confusion as the fans all cried out in surprise. He glanced around at the darkness, his eyes trying to focus.
There was suddenly a loud wail, and the sound of scuffling.
"Hey!" Matt heard Cena call out in surprise. "What the hell, H?! Let him go!"
"Hunter…" Matt breathed.
The lights suddenly flashed on.
Almost instantly, the fans all turned towards the ramp, screaming their outrage at what they saw.
Matt stood slowly, his heart beat steadily growing quicker. The referee and Cena got back into the ring, sharing confused looks.
Triple H stood at the top of the ramp, a knocked out Jeff lying on his shoulder. The cocky bastard had his hand resting on the younger Hardy's backside, a smirk on his smug face. Stone Cold stood next to him, holding tightly onto Lita's hair, who was calling out for Jeff, asking him if he was okay, and yelling for him to wake up.
Matt ignored the fans, and snatched a microphone from Lillian Garcia, "Hunter! What the hell are you doing?" he yelled.
Triple H brought his own microphone to his lips, "Nothing," he answered innocently, "Just thought I'd borrow your fag and your slut for a few minutes."
Matt glared fiercely.
"If you want us so bad, Hardy, come and get us," Hunter smirked and turned, walking behind the curtain, Stone Cold following, dragging Lita with him.
Matt jumped off the ring apron and ran backstage.
Almost then minutes later, Matt sat in Vince's office, staring blankly at his boss.
"You couldn't tell us that you were putting us in an angle with Triple H and Austin?" he asked dully.
Vince smiled, "I thought it'd be more fun for you if you found out this way."
'Oh yeah,' Matt thought, looking towards a shaking Jeff, 'Great fun.'
"Next week, it'll be the Team Xtreme against Triple H, Austin and my princess, Stephanie." Vince announced.
Matt looked to Amy, who was staring at Jeff in concern. "Wonderful," Matt murmured.
I was trying to go for that time in wrestling where Triple H and Austin teamed up with Stephanie to take on Team Xtreme. The one where Lita pinned Steph.
I just…twisted a couple of things, XD.
Again, I don't own the WWE, and I hope my tweaking a few things doesn't cause me to get sued.
Anyway, for all of you who are just dying for HHH to get his, don't worry, it's to come next chapter.
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