Sunlight seeped in through the lone window, casting a harsh glare across Adam's face. Stirring in the sheets, he let out a groan and rolled over, his blonde hair cascading across the pillow. Burying his face into the cotton didn't help though; the heat of the incoming light was intense. Almost like the sun wanted him to wake up or something. Rolling back over onto his back, Adam reached up, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. Waking up was usually his least favorite part of the day… Adam slept like a rock, so getting up and getting the move on was always a little difficult for him. Sitting up, Adam continued rubbing his eyes when he got the strangest feeling that something was missing…

Jeff.

Adam turned to his side. The other side of the bed was completely empty… What the fuck? Racking his brains, Adam suddenly realized that Jeff had never shook him awake to tell him he was home… Jumping up with renewed energy, Adam rushed to the bathroom. No Jeff. Reaching up, he ran his slender fingers through his hair, feeling the panic coming on. Where the hell was Jeff? It was so unlike him to not come home… What if he'd gotten hurt? What if he'd gotten into trouble—like arrested or something? Adam shook his head, golden hair swinging as he did. No, Jeff had only gone to Matt's room…which was only one floor up. He couldn't possibly have gotten into any trouble just going to Matt's—right?

Matt!

Adam walked over to the wooden nightstand and scooped up his cell phone. He quickly dialed Matt's number, then waited as it started ringing. Even if Matt didn't know where Jeff was, he could at least tell Adam if Jeff ever made it to Matt's…and maybe Jeff had told Matt where he was going or what he was going to do. The familiar sound of Matt's voicemail caused Adam to growl and slam his phone back onto the nightstand. Slumping back down onto the bed, Adam could feel himself getting frustrated. Where the fuck was Jeff? Oh God…what if Matt wasn't answering because he was in the hospital with Jeff or something? Or what if Jeff went out for some drinks, got trashed, and someone—no, he couldn't think like that. For all he knew Jeff could've crashed at Matt's…he'd done that before. But he'd always called to let Adam know…

Adam stood up, walking to the front of his bed. He quickly slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his cell phone and wallet. He needed to talk to Matt; Jeff's older brother probably knew what Jeff was up to last night. And there was a really good chance Jeff had stayed the night with Matt anyway…so going to Matt's room was a good idea. Slipping out his door silently, Adam strode quickly down the hallway, not even bothering to stop when Cody and Ted waved hello. He was worried; but then again, he probably shouldn't have been. After all, Jeff wasn't the most responsible person he knew, that's for sure.

Stopping in front of the elevator, Adam hit the up button. Matt was just one floor above him, which was a good thing. He'd be able to get there real fast. Waiting for the elevator, Adam impatiently looked around, taking in his surroundings. The carpet was a bright red, and he decided that even though it was a little tacky, it was a real nice color. It reminded him of the time Jeff dyed his hair red…god, it had been so long since Jeff had gone red. The last time he did it was before they were dating. Bouncing on his feet, Adam willed the elevator to move faster. Stupid thing, he should've just taken the stairs… The elevator doors slid open suddenly, and Adam stepped in, pressing the seven button quickly. It was only a brief moment before the doors were opening again and he was stepping out onto the seventh floor. Passing room after room, Adam finally made it to Matt's number: 711. With a pang of worry he remembered that Jeff had thought it real funny that Matt had gotten 711…

Raising his fist, he knocked on the door loudly.

The white door opened, and Matt peaked his head out, dark hair failing into his eyes. He was scowling at first—probably not to happy at being visited to early in the morning—but when he saw Adam his brown eyes lit up and he gave a genuine grin.

"Hey Adam." Matt said, "Sorry I missed your call, I was—"

"Is Jeff here?" Adam interrupted, frowning.

"Nah." Matt stepped back, holding the door open for Adam to step into the room, "I haven't seen him yet. I just woke up."

"Fuck." Adam swore, clenching his hands into fists.

"He might've gone to get breakfast." Matt shrugged, walking over to his wooden nightstand, "You know how impatient he is when it comes to food."

"Uh, y-yeah…" Adam mumbled. Telling Matt that Jeff never came home was not going to be good. He was super protective of Jeff, and god knows he'd start worrying even more then Adam. But now that Adam knew Jeff wasn't with Matt he knew he was going to need some help finding him. Clearing his throat, he turned to Matt, who was picking up his wallet and some change off the nightstand.

"Jeff….didn't come home last night." Adam said slowly, looking into Matt's dark eyes.

"What?" Matt growled, eyes widening, "What the hell do you mean he didn't come home?"

"He never showed up!" Adam said, "I was waiting for him, and then I got tired and fell asleep—"

"You fell asleep when your boyfriend wasn't even home yet?" Matt looked at him angrily.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Adam held his hands up defensively, scowling, "He said he was just coming to see you! I thought he'd be out for a few hours then he'd come straight home! He wasn't even leaving the hotel!"

Matt sighed, sitting down on the bed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to start blaming you. So…you don't have any clue where he is?"

"Not a clue." Adam nodded, looking down at Matt.

"He got here at like…nine-ish, I think." Matt reached up, tying his hair back, "He only stayed for an hour and a half."

"An hour and a half?" Adam frowned, "But he said he was going here for a lot longer than that…"

Matt shrugged, "I don't know. All I know is he left here around ten-thirty. We had dyed his hair…and I think he said he was going back to your place…he didn't say anything about going out."

"Fuck." Adam slumped down on the bed next to Matt, burying his face into his hands, "What if he's hurt or something? Goddamit…"

"Hey." Matt placed a hand on Adam's shoulder, looking at him hard, "We're not doing any good sitting here worrying. We need to go look for him…and if we still can't find him after a couple hours, then we can start panicking."

"You're awfully calm about this." Adam grumbled, looking into Matt's brown eyes.

"I grew up with Jeff as a brother," Matt stood up, rolling his eyes, "I had to be calm. You know how much trouble we would've gotten in if I wasn't?"

Adam looked up at him, smiling slightly, "You two probably would have been in jail by now."

"No kidding." Matt held out his hand, "Now, let's go find my idiot brother."

Adam took Matt's hand and the older Hardy hoisted him onto his feet.

"I'll start looking around the hotel," Matt said, "Why don't you go ask some other people if they'd seen him or something."

"Alright." Adam nodded.

They both turn and in an instant, walked out the door. Both were determined to find Jeff and both—even though Matt didn't show it as much—were pretty worried about him. He wasn't the most responsible person in the world, and for all they knew he might've gotten himself into some big trouble. Matt learned a long time ago that trouble seemed to follow Jeff everywhere…he just hoped that him and Adam would find Jeff before the trouble did.

Jeff stirred in his sleep. Blinking, he slowly opened his eyes, the view around him fuzzy. It was still rather dark in the room…but it had to be morning; he felt like he'd slept for a full day. Huh, the darkness was weird…him and Adam never shut blinds or curtains because the sun was just about the only thing in the whole world that could wake Adam up. As his eyes focused, Jeff sat up, looking down at the bed, confused. These sheets were a pale blue…he'd was sure that they had been white…

Oh shit.

In an instant the memories came flooding back. Walking down the red-carpeted corridor…his brief chat with the chipper Cody Rhodes…the sight of Adam on his knees in front of Dave Batista…himself on his own knees for…Randy Orton! Oh FUCK! He'd had sex with Randy Orton! The infamously cruel and selfish Legend Killer himself…what the fuck had he done? What the fuck had he been thinking? Oh god…what if Randy held this against him? What if he tried to blackmail him or something? That was totally an Orton thing to do… What if he told Adam? What if he told Matt? God, Jeff didn't know which would be worse: Adam finding out his boyfriend had screwed someone else or Matt finding out his little brother had been fucked by Orton—of all people! Oh god, Adam would never forgive him—

Wait. Adam had been fucking Batista. His Adam…his Addy… Sitting up in Orton's bed, it finally hit Jeff. His boyfriend—who he thought might actually be the one, who he thought loved him—was fucking another man. He had been hurt last night—hurt real deep inside, and now that pain came back. There was an aching in his chest, an ache worse than any he'd ever had before… He'd always thought a 'broken heart' was just a metaphor…but now he saw it was true. A heart really could break, it really could be cut up into pieces and cast aside like a piece of trash… What had he done wrong? What did he do to deserve this? Was he a bad boyfriend—a bad lover? Did he do something to make Adam angry, to make Adam stop loving him? Why, why, why would Adam do this to him?

Sitting up, Jeff turned to his left, letting his legs dangle over the side of the bed as he buried his face in his hands. He could feel the tears coming as his throat closed up and his vision grew blurry. God, he felt like shit. He wanted to curl up into a ball and just hide from the world…the pain was so bad. No one had ever betrayed him like this before, no one had ever hurt him like this. And what made it worse was that the person that hurt him so badly was the one he loved most. Or used to, anyway. Jeff wasn't sure if he could ever love his Addy again…not after what he'd seen, what he heard…

"Dave…harder…fuck!"

Jeff cringed, feeling a new wave of tears. Would he be doomed to replay Adam moaning for Dave forever? God, he could hear it over and over in his head…Adam begging Dave to go harder… Fuck! He couldn't stop it from replaying again and again. Would he ever be able to look at Adam and not think of that? Of Adam screaming Dave's name? Would he ever be able to kiss Adam again, have sex with him again? Knowing that everything he did to Adam, Dave had done as well? How could he kiss Adam without wondering what Adam might've done with his mouth for Dave? Fuck, he didn't want to think about that…didn't want that picture burned into his mind along with all the other ones.

"Jeff?"

Jeff looked up. Standing not far from him was Randy. He was wearing only a loose pair of gym shorts, and his short hair seemed to be glistening with droplets of water. He'd probably gotten up and taken a shower, Jeff realized. And now Randy was looking down at him softly, a small frown crossing his handsome face.

"Jeff…are you ok?" Randy spoke quietly, his blue eyes sympathetic.

"Y-yeah…" Jeff nodded, not meeting Randy's stare, "I'm…I'm fine."

"No, no you're not." Randy's voice came out harsh, almost like an accusation.

Jeff felt a new wave of tears coming on, and he hung his head in shame. Great, now he was crying like a baby in front of Randy Orton…who was the type of guy to point and laugh at him for being such a wimp. Except he wasn't doing that now. He was looking down at Jeff with what seemed to be real pity…

To Randy's surprise, he actually did feel sorry for Jeff. Wow. It had been so long since he'd allowed himself to think of others before himself that the feeling was strange and foreign to him. But how couldn't he pity Jeff? The boy was sitting on the edge of his bed looking like he was going to start bawling his eyes out any minute. Randy didn't blame him. Catching your lover in bed with another person was one of the worst things a person could experience…Randy knew… And, Randy guessed, Jeff was probably freaking out over sleeping with him. Randy realized now that Jeff probably wasn't thinking clearly last night, or he probably wouldn't have cheated on Adam… Great, now Randy had to deal with this.

Looking down at the sniffing Jeff, Randy knew what he should do. It went against everything he once stood for, but he had vowed to change. He said that he was going to be a good guy, that he was going to stop making every body's lives miserable; and now he could start first thing by helping Jeff Hardy. Hopefully this good deed would send him down a road of kindness… Yeah right. He knew he wasn't going to change overnight, but he could at least take the first step and help Jeff.

"Jeff…" Randy sat down slowly on the bed, close to the smaller man. He took a deep breath and opened his arms before reaching out and gently pulling Jeff into his embrace. That single act of kindness was all it took for Jeff to fall to pieces. Letting out a pitiful whimper, Jeff buried his face into Randy's chest, sobbing quietly as the taller man wrapped his arms around him, pulling him against him. They really were a sight to behold: Randy, tall, tan and handsome…a notorious asshole…hugging onto Jeff like he actually cared for him. Like he actually wanted to comfort him. And Jeff, red hair, tattooed, lean body…he was leaning into Randy like he was his only friend in the whole world. And right now, as Jeff cried against Randy's hard chest, he sort of felt like Randy was a friend. Go figure.

As his crying subsided slightly, Jeff suddenly realized just what was happening. He was crying in the arms of Randy Orton. What the fuck? This was not like Orton, not like him at all…where was the man that did nothing but fight and fuck? The man that started shit with anyone that got in his way? Where was the guy who'd pissed off nearly everyone in the WWE roster? This man who was hugging Jeff, wrapping his arms around him and holding him, telling him everything was going to be ok…this couldn't possibly be Randy Orton.

Wiping his eyes, Jeff leaned away, pulling himself out of Randy's arms. Sniffing a little, he looked up at Randy, "Well, I'm not gonna lie…this is kinda weird."

"Yeah," Randy forced a laugh, smiling darkly, "You're not kidding."

"So…when did you become such a nice guy?" Jeff asked, his eyes drying finally.

Randy shrugged, looking a little embarrassed, "I don't know…I guess I just got tired of everybody hating me."

Jeff actually laughed at that, "Yeah, that could get old."

They fell silent, the awkwardness between them extremely tangible. "So…um…" Jeff wrung his hands together, "I'd really appreciate it if…you know, you didn't…"

"I won't tell." Randy said, looking at Jeff.

"Oh, ok. Thanks." Jeff sighed, slightly relieved, "I guess…you're probably still a little confused, right?"

"Just a little." Randy said sarcastically, "And I think I deserve an explanation."

"Well…" Jeff looked down at the floor, "It's like I said. I…walked in on them. Adam and Dave, I mean."

Randy merely nodded, urging Jeff to continue.

"And I guess I just got really mad…and…and I wanted to get back at Adam." Jeff continued, "I guess I wasn't really thinking…I was just so mad. You have no idea what it was like, seeing my b-boyfriend fuck another guy."

Randy was about to say that, yes, he did know what it was like, but he held his tongue. Right now was not the time to bring up his past. Especially now that he was trying to finally move on and drop it from his memory.

"I'm sorry." Jeff hung his head, blinking away a few stray tears, "I shouldn't be bugging you with this crap—"

"It's ok." Randy interrupted him, "I don't mind. Really."

"You don't have to pretend to be nice to me, Randy." Jeff frowned.

"I'm not pretending." Randy said, "I know I'm not a real nice guy—but I'm trying, alright?"

"Sorry." Jeff actually looked sincere, "You really are being nice to me. I just…it's just…what did I do wrong? What did I do to make Adam do this to me?"

"You did nothing wrong, Jeff." Randy said, looking at him hard, "Trust me. You can't blame yourself just because Adam did something stupid. That's his own fault."

"You don't know that!" Jeff snapped, "You don't know if I did something wrong or if he was mad at me, or if I wasn't…I wasn't good enough—"

"Stop that." Randy growled, "Blaming yourself for this is going to send you down a road you don't want to go down, trust me."

"So what am I supposed to do?" Jeff cried, "What happens now? I can't pretend like it never happed…I just can't. So what do I do now?"

"That's a question only you can answer, Jeff." Randy said softly.

Jeff looked up, "Ok, who are you and what have you done with the real Randy Orton?"

To his surprise Randy laughed at that—and it was a real, genuine laugh too.

"I'm serious." Jeff said, "The Randy I knew wasn't nice…and he was no Dr. Phil either."

"Dr. Phil?" Randy raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you know," Jeff continued, "That guy on TV that helps people with their relationships—"

"I know who Dr. Phil is." Randy chuckled, "I just never thought someone would compare me to him…"

Jeff stood up, running his fingers through his red hair, "I guess I should get going…"

Randy stood up too, and suddenly they were close. So close that all Jeff had to do was stand on his tippy toes and he could kiss him…

"Do you know what you're going to do?" Randy asked quietly. Ah, he was back to being serious now…

"No." Jeff sighed, looking back down at the ground, "Listen, uh…I just…thanks. For…you know. Everything. Last night, and…keeping this a secret…and hugging me. Thanks for everything."

"Did I do a good job being nice?" Randy smirked.

"Yeah, yeah you did." Jeff smiled back, "You should be nice more often. You might have more friends if you did that…"

"So I've heard." Randy answered.

"You know Randy?" Jeff smirked slyly, "When you're nice, you remind me of a bear. You look mean, but you're actually sweet and cuddly."

"A bear?" Randy said, "And here I was thinking I was a viper…"

"You are very viper-ish too." Jeff turned very stern, "Seriously, Randy. That viper-stare thing you do is really creepy. Like, makes-little-kids-cry creepy."

Randy laughed, "So am I a viper or a bear?"

"You can be a viper-bear." Jeff said excitedly, "Like a regular bear, but with poisonous fangs and a long tail—"

"Ok," Randy held up his hands, "I think you're taking this discussion a little too seriously."

"Yeah," Jeff turned, walking toward the door, "I got to be going anyway. Hopefully Adam hasn't woke up yet…"

They both fell silent, remembering the whole reason Jeff was there in the first place. In an instant the light, cheery mood vanished, and they stood there looking at each other.

"I guess…" Jeff said, "I guess I'll be seeing you around."

"Yeah, yeah." Randy nodded.

Without another word, Jeff walked out the door, not looking behind him.