AN: OKAY! I thought I wouldn't get to this one, but I did. I forgot everything I was going to do, but then I re-read the last chapter and remembered. Makes sense, doesn't it? So, this chapter, you're going to find out who Jeff's friends are that are going to be helping Mike look for Tara/Victoria. Oh, and I'm calling her Victoria in this fic, because I despise TNA. Kay? Kay.

Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.

TheDarknessThatDivides

Mike was pissed about this whole John thing. He had given everything to John, his time, his love, his affection, but what he got in return was nothing. Well, at first, he had gotten love and affection, but now? No. Now, his John had been replaced by… something. Mike didn't even know what. And it was thanks to that transformation that Mike had let his old, ruthless personality dominate once again.

Mike looked at the door in front of him, tilting his head as he recalled Jeff's directions, a smirk on his face. He knocked twice, waited, and then knocked three times. He heard one soft bang on the door, and he answered with a shrill whistle. A minute later, the lock unlatched.

Two men stood there, both looking at Mike strangely. The taller of the two, only taller than his companion by an inch, had dark brown hair that was slicked back on his head. His brown eyes showed mischief, which immediately put Mike on guard. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt with a circle in a lighter shade of green in the middle. Inside that circle was the symbol for The Green Lantern.

Standing beside the taller guy was a man with a Mohawk. The Mohawk was actually tall enough to make him the same height as his companion. It was blond with what looked like streaks of brown. He had tattoos up and down his arms, which were revealed thanks to the plain black t-shirt he wore.

"Who are you?" the Mohawk guy asked.

"My name is Miz. Jeff sent me," he stated, crossing his arms. The Green Lantern guy grinned.

"Awesome. I'm Shane, and this is Shannon."

The two of them closed the door, moving outside to stand with Mike.

"Alright, Miz. Show us the picture of this lady," Shane said. Mike pulled the picture out, letting both Shannon and Shane see it. Shannon looked at it, frowning.

"Actually, we've both seen her… Just a few weeks ago," he said. Mike nodded.

"Let's go to where you two saw her, and we'll move from there."

TheDarknessThatDivides

Jeff sighed as he sat on the couch, waiting for Hunter to finish getting ready. This was a big deal. No, more accurately, this was a huge deal. If they didn't find Victoria, or she couldn't help them… Jeff was going to kill all of them. No question about it. Punk hitting Matt had been bad enough for Jeff to try to deal with, but Mike completely shutting down his emotions was another thing. Jeff hated it when Mike just stared at him with no desire to live. Mike had, after all, become a good friend of Jeff's.

Jeff blinked and looked up when Hunter walked downstairs, arching one eyebrow. Hunter wore… nothing. Usually, this was a sight that Jeff loved, but right now, he just wanted to find Victoria and fix his friends. He sat up, only to be pushed back down with one hand by Hunter. He frowned.

"Hunter, we can't do this now," he said. "We've gotta find Punk, and help everyone." Hunter's eyes narrowed and one large hand closed around Jeff's throat. He gasped and immediately clawed at it as Hunter forced his tongue into his mouth. Jeff bit down, even though he should have known it wouldn't do anything. Hunter merely pushed harder on Jeff's throat, shoving his husband's pants down, wrapping his fist around Jeff's cock, which was stirring to life. Hunter moved the hand holding Jeff's throat only enough to prevent from choking him. Jeff clawed at Hunter's hand, cut off immediately when Hunter's hand tightened again. Jeff whimpered as the memories of his father and uncle molesting him came back.

Hunter, at this point, had Jeff's pants off completely and had shoved into Jeff, tearing him. Jeff screamed, though it was cut off abruptly by Hunter's hand squeezing Jeff's windpipe again. Jeff hated how his body reacted to Hunter at this moment, and couldn't help but feel that he hated Hunter. It wasn't true, and he loved Hunter, and was willing to bet anything that this was that spell or whatever it was, but still.

Hunter growled something in Jeff's ear, but the North Carolina native was too far dropped into his memories that he couldn't hear, see, or smell Hunter anymore. Instead, it was his uncle, a man he had despised. Then, it was replaced with his father, a man who, even now held a special place in Jeff's bruised heart.

He cried out as he came, tears spilling as he did, wishing he could have fought this natural reaction to Hunter. A minute later, Hunter grunted, spilling inside Jeff. He pulled out, moving his hand away. Immediately, Jeff curled up, facing away from Hunter.

Hunter blinked, looking at Jeff's form, the red and white staining his thighs. He seemed to realize he had done it and moved forward again, a hand coming out tentatively, touching Jeff's leg. Immediately, Jeff kicked out at him, though it was too weak to cause any damage.

"Go away," Jeff sobbed, the tears spilling. He looked at Hunter, his green eyes dull. "Just leave me alone."

Hunter backed away, ashamed of what he had done, though completely unaware of why he had done it. He muttered an apology and ran upstairs to get clothes. When he walked back downstairs to leave, he saw Jeff, struggling to stand up. He took a step toward Jeff, who looked at him, eyes wide in terror.

"No!" he screamed. Hunter then saw the marks left on Jeff's throat from his own hand and felt bile rise. Jeff fell back to the couch, watching Hunter in fear. That fearless, live for the moment spirit that Jeff had, that Hunter loved, was broken, and it was all Hunter's fault.

"I'm so sorry…" Hunter muttered before he ran out of the house. Jeff looked after him and tried to move again, merely managing to knock himself onto the floor.

"Damn it… Damn it all…" Jeff muttered as he tried to crawl to the kitchen. After all, regardless of what he was going through, there was still work to be done.

TBC

AN: I hated that I had to do that, and I remembered about halfway through the chapter, why Jeff was even in the gang. Yeah, added an extra twist. Thanks, NeroAnne for the idea. And now… That's it.

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