Chapter Eighteen: The Venom

A/N: Yes. Gay title, I know. But I couldn't think of anything else. .. Pleas review and stay tuned for the last chapter!

It was just a few days before The Great American Bash. Nobody k new when the last time Jeff and Caria last spoke to each other. Caria focused her mind on the ring and so did Jeff. They both lost the tag-team gold a while back to Edge and his new girlfriend Lola Castington. A Smackdown! Diva transferred over to RAW. But neither of them cared anymore. Caria decided to go after a much larger hunt. A more valuable possession that was the Women's Championship. She challenged Candice to a match and she accepted. The fight would go on at the Bash. Jeff trained for the Intercontinental Championship against Umaga. Though something suspicious was going on with Jeff.

John finished up signing a contract with his opponent Bobby Lashley. Walking through the curtains of backstage, he saw Matt pacing around talking to all kinds of people as they passed. The West Newbury man didn't quite hear what he was saying so he took a step over to him.

"Yo Matt, what's goin' on dude you look worried."

Matt cocked his head over to John. He threw his hands up in the air and carelessly to let them fall to his legs. He sighed frustrated "Jeff's gone; I can't find him anywhere at all! He's supposed to have a match after this one coming up now."

John responded "I'm sure your brother's around here somewhere. I'll help ya find him okay?"

Matt nodded "Yeah got it."

"Alright, hang tight here until I get back." John told him.

He rand down the corridors of the Columbus arena. As soon as he saw Amy, he halted.

"Where's the fire?" Amy asked in a figure of speech.

"Matt can't find Jeff. So I'm helpin' to look for him." John said. He pointed in the opposite direction "Can you look that way?"

"Sure, and I'll meet you back at the lounge or call you if I find him." Amy informed.

"Ditto."

For fifteen minutes, John searched high and low for the missing Jeff. He didn't find a traced of the younger Hardy anywhere at all. Coming across Jamie Valentine, he asked her where he was at and she said that he was headed for the parking lot.

"I don't know what's wrong with him, but he was staggering everywhere. I think he might have been drunk so you better hurry up and get him!" she exclaimed.

"Fuck! Yeah, thanks for tellin' me." John thanked her.

Again, he rushed to get Jeff before he did something stupid. Fortunately in time, getting to the back doors he pushed them open and saw Jeff collapse to the ground. A dark brown bottle fell with beer spewing everywhere.

"There you are." John muttered. He was out of breath, but continued to run over to him.

John picked the limp body of the Enigma up and over his shoulder. He carried him out to his car and laid him in the backseat. Closing the door, he took out his cell-phone and pressed speed dial for Amy.

"Did you get him?" she picked up.

"Yeah." said the weary Cena. "I'm taking him to a hotel to rest. He's pretty ripped and luckily I got him before he tried drivin' away. Jeff's not hurt much; he's only got a scratch on his cheek from hittin' the ground. He's passed out now; tell Vince he won't be competing tonight because he's – found a virus in him that's makin' him really ill. Try and convince him so he doesn't know about Jeff drinkin'. After the show, ask Matt to take you, Brooklyn to the St. Adams Hotel alright? That's where we'll be."

"Well what about you? You can't just skip out on work!"

"Sweetie, I've already did my part for tonight. The contract signing is the thing I had to do. I don't compete 'till the Bash." John told her.

Amy understood. "Okay then, I'll see you tonight."

"Got it, I love you." John said.

"Love you too, 'bye."

"'Bye."

John hung up and then got inside and drove off.