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 10.
The trainer gently pressed on Jeff's back, shaking his head when Jeff whimpered. "Wow, kid…Triple H really did a number on your back. 5 chair shots…one after the other…same location."
Jeff said nothing, his eyes tightly screwed shut. The pain was nearly unbearable. He hissed, clenching his fists to hold in a groan.
"Well, you're going to be sore for a while…"
'No shit, Sherlock.' Jeff thought nastily.
"But I expect you'll be fully recovered after a couple of days of bed rest. Now, I want you to give this to your brother," the trainer handed Jeff a glove-like cast. "I already checked his fist, and if he wears this for a week, his knuckles and fingers will be fine."
Jeff sat up slowly, taking the protective hand cast, "Kay," he whispered. He watched as the trainer gave him a smile before leaving the room.
Jeff carefully stood, pressing a hand to his back. He walked over to the table, picking up a bottle of water. Uncapping the top, he tilted the bottle back, getting ready to drink some of the cool liquid.
The door opened with a loud bang, startling Jeff and causing him to tip the bottle back farther than he expected, and some of the water went down too quickly. He coughed, holding on to his throat.
'What the hell!?' he thought, looking over at the door.
His eyes widened in surprise. "Matt?"
Matt didn't even look his way. Instead, he completely bypassed his baby brother, heading straight for his luggage.
Jeff frowned; a bit hurt that Matt didn't even look at him. "Matt?" he asked tentatively.
Matt glared and turned, "Why did you stop me?" he hissed. He crossed over to Jeff, grabbing his arms roughly; he pulled him against his chest, staring deep into the gorgeous green depths, "Why didn't you let me kill him?"
Jeff stared up at his brother in shock and a bit of fear, "Matt…you're hurting me," he whispered, his eyes glancing away from the furious brown orbs of his brother.
Eyes softening, Matt loosened his grip, but didn't let go. "After what he did to you, Jeff…he should be dead. Why…why are you defending him?" Matt asked, his voice a mere whisper.
"Do you hear yourself, Matt?" Jeff said, his eyes narrowing, "Say, I did let you kill Hunter…you'd go to jail…and then what? I'll be without a brother. No thank you, not gonna happen."
Matt glared down at Jeff. Jeff glared back.
Sighing, Matt released Jeff, turning away from him. He ran hand through his hair and he winced. He had used his damaged hand accidentally.
"Oh, Matt…" Jeff gently cradled his older brother's hand gently in his own. A quiet gasp escaped his lips when he saw the condition it was in.
Two of Matt's knuckles were busted open, still bleeding slightly from the force of his punch to the steel chair. His index, middle and ring finger were badly bruised.
"It's fine…only one of them is broken," Matt murmured, watching his brother study his hand. He blinked suddenly, watching Jeff raise his injured fist up, "Jeff?"
"Shh," Jeff gently pressed his lips against his brother's knuckles, gently kissing the torn skin. His lips traveled over each finger, gently kissing the bruised flesh as he went.
Matt licked his lips, "Jeff…stop."
Sighing, Jeff did as he was told. Picking up the casting glove, he placed it on his brother's fist, careful not to hurt him. "There," he whispered.
Matt inhaled heavily, "Thanks."
"Yeah…"
Jeff knelt down and picked up his bag. "We should go…"
Matt nodded, "I guess."
He picked up his own bag and both of them left the room.
"What did you do to Matt that caused him to do this to you?" Shawn asked, trying not to laugh while watching the doctor re-set Hunter's nose. He leaned against the hospital wall, his foot heeled against it.
Hunter hissed in pain before shooting Shawn a glare, "I didn't do anything him! It was his brother that I fucked."
Shawn frowned, slowly straightening his posture, "What do you mean?" he asked slowly. The doctor left the room, stating that he'd be back for the Rhinoplasty.
Hunter smirked, turning towards his best friend, "I fucked Jeff Hardy. Maybe it's becuase I took his virginity that Matt is so pissed…I'm sure he would have loved to be the one to pop his brother's tight little cherry."
Shawn grimaced, "I see…did Jeff enjoy it?"
Hunter snickered, "Course he did. I had him screaming."
"You know…there's been talk that something horrid has happened to Jeff around the locker room…Mark told me he heard Adam and Jay talking about a rape…" Shawn's eyes began to widen, "Oh, Hunter…you didn't…"
Hunter rolled his eyes, "Hey, he enjoyed it. It isn't rape if you enjoy it."
Shawn stared at his friend with disbelief, "Hunter…he's scared to death…you traumatized him!"
Glaring, Hunter stood, getting in Shawns face, "Listen, Shawn. You're my best friend and I'm yours. If I tell you I didn't rape Jeff, then I didn't. Got it?" Hunter snarled.
Narrowing his eyes, Shawn nodded, "Yeah, I get it." He replied, his voice stoic.
"Good."
The doctot came back in, "Sorry, Mr. Michaels, but this needs to be done in private."
Shawn nodded, "Of course," he quickly left the room.
Once outside, Shawn paced back and forth, staring up at the cieling.
Oh god…his best friend had raped Jeff…he'd raped a kid…
His mind swirled in turmoil, before he grabbed his cell phone. Dialing a number quickly, he waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
"Mark…There's something I need to tell you."
Jeff sighed, leaning into the bathtub. The scented bubbles around him relaxing his sore back and the candles comforting him.
'It's because he's disgusted…I've already been tainted…I'm just damaged goods…he'll never want me…no one will…' Cupping some bubbles in his hands, Jeff gently blew them away, watching them float towards the ceiling. 'There so lucky…I wish I could just float away…' Jeff slowly bagan to sink lower into the water, 'Just to…float away…' He submerged himself in the water, blinking a few times before closing his eyes.
-Bedroom-
'Why are you such a jackass? I told him I didn't want him…when I need him…how can I be so stupid…I saw his expression…I felt his response…he wants it…he wants me…but how can I bring myself to love him now? In the midst of this terror…he doesn't need a lover now…he needs a brother,' Matt was pulled away from his thoughts by a knock at the door.
Getting up, Matt slowly walked towards the door. He looked through the eye-hole and furrowed his eyebrows, opening the door. "Shawn, Mark?"
Both men stared back at him, sympathy evident in their eyes.
"Where's Jeff?" Mark asked, his deep baritone causing Matt to blink.
"He's taking a bath…what's up guys? You look like Adam did when he found out he was gay."
Shawn sighed, running a hand through his hair awkwardly, "We know…about what Hunter did to Jeff."
Matt stared at them in surprise, "What? How?"
Mark looked away, "I may have eavesdropped on Adam and his little boyfriend…you know I wouldn't have if it were anything else, Matt…but I respect you and your brother."
Matt nodded, "Thanks, Mark. And you?" he asked, looking towards Shawn.
Shawn frowned, "Hunter told me. Well, he said he didn't rape Jeff…but I knew he did. The sick bastard even said Jeff enjoyed it…"
Mat clenched his fist, instantly regretting it when he felt his knuckles throb, "Owe…well, damn it…guys, no one else really knows yet. I think it'd really bother Jeff if everyone started to find out…so if you can keep this to yourselves…we'd really appreciate it."
Mark and Shawn both nodded. "Absolutely." Shawn promised.
"Can we see him?" Mark asked.
Matt nodded, "Come in." he stepped aside, so that both men could enter. "Come to think of it…he's been in there for a while."
Knocking on the bathroom door, Matt gently spoke, "Jeff? You about done in there buddy?"
No asnwer.
"Jeff?" Matt knocked again, a bit louder.
Still nothing.
Voice slightly panicked, Matt called again, "Jeff…come on, answer me."
Shawn and Mark exchanged worried glances when Jeff failed to answer for the third time.
"Jeff-I'm coming in!" Matt warned before he opened the door. He let out a loud gasp, "Jeff!"
Shawn hurried into the bathroom, followed closely by Mark. They both stared in horror at the scene in front of them.
Matt had climbed into the tub, and he was raising Jeff's head, keeping him out of the water. The younger Hardy wasn't moving and his eyes were closed.
"Jeff!" Matt yelled desperatly, "Jeff!"
Shawn grabbed his phone, calling an ambulance, "We need help, now!"
Mark ran out the room, "I'm going to get Adam!" he announced.
"Jeff…" Matt felt tears slide down his cheeks, "Jeff…my baby…don't leave me."
He hugged his brother tightly, "Don't leave me, my love…please, don't leave me."
Shawn felt tears begin to cloud his eyes.
A minute later, sirens could be heard outside the hotel.
Two minutes later, paramedics arrived at the room, gently pulling Matt away from Jeff.
"No! No, he's my brother! Let me go!" Matt struggled.
Shawn tried to calm him down, "Matt, please, they have to-"
"I don't care! He's my brother! Jeff!"
This was what Adam and Jay arrived to. Confusion had come to them when Mark had found them, panting and trying to speak. The name "Jeff" was all it took to send Adam and Jay running up the flight of stairs.
"Matt, what happened?" Adam asked gently, grabbing Matt's shoulders.
Matt closed his eyes, "Jeff…bathtub…oh god…he can't leave me!"
Turning to his brother, who was being placed on a stretcher with a blanket covering his body, he yelled, "You can't leave me, Jeff!"
"I love you!"
"I Love You!"
I feel so bad!!!!!
Poor Matty!
Oh, and btw. 3 more chapter and this ficcy is finny!
To my fans: Your appreciation is EVERYTHING.
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