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It was long after the show had finished that Ry found Jeff. But she heard him before she saw him. Refusing to give up she tried the locker rooms again. The lights were off and she cautiously opened the door. The arena was a scary place after everyone had left. She stood in the doorway, glancing through the dark, for Jeff. She heard him sobbing and stared blankly at the shadowy figure slumped against the furthest locker. She didn't make a sound. Just quietly watched him, trying to understand him. He hadn't noticed her and he was talking to himself.

J- "Look at you now huh…Nothing but a failure…and you're hurting everyone…everyone you love…You're losing it all Jeff Hardy…All for a quick buzz…All to get high-"

He slammed his head against the wall and Ry knew she had to do something. She walked into the room, only leaving the door open for light.

R- "Jeff?"

His crying stopped and his glazed eyes stared blankly at Ry's figure, slowly taking a place next to him, on the floor.

J- "Ry? What are you doing here?"

She reached for the bandana hanging on her locker and handed it to Jeff. He wiped away the tears from his eyes but they were still glazed. Ry knew he had taken something. The red bags around his eyes were not just from crying.

R- "Well I was trying to find you."

He resumed his normal position, staring blankly at the floor. Ry hated it when he did that. It was as if he was trying to ignore the people who cared about him.

R- "You're a hard guy to find you know?"

He didn't say anything. And now he looked ashamed that she had found him.

J- "I was up in the light rigging most of the night."

Ry couldn't help but laugh. She was definitely talking to the real Jeff Hardy, but something was wrong with him.

Ry- "Jeff are you ok?"

He closed his eyes.

J- "Yeah I'm ok"

He said slowly savouring every sound that wisped from his lips.

R- "Jeff I'm not an idiot and I know what you're doing. You don't have to hide it. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

His eyes shot open in panic and he violently grasped his arm.

J- "Nothing to be ashamed of!"

He folded his left arm out on front of her. Showing her the scars of his new found poison.

J- "Ry, I'm killing myself all for a little buzz, and when they find out, I'll lose everyone I love."

His arm was still bleeding from his last shoot up and Ry took his arm into hers.

R- "What do you mean you'll lose every one you love?"

She gently stroked his needle wound with her tender hand. She didn't know if it would make him feel better or worse, but it would calm him down.

J- "You and Matt, my fans and…Mickie"

He hung his head, as the unforgiving eyes of his friends and family, flittered into his imagination. She stopped stroking his arm and forced him to face her.

R- "That's not true. I know what you've been doing and I'm still here, you haven't lost me. As for Matt and Mickie, they love you Jeff and they can't just choose not to love you, you're in their hearts, nothing is going to change that. And the fans, they love you not for the character you portray in the ring, but for being you. They love who you are and that will never change, no matter what you do outside of the ring."

She stood up and held out her hand to help him up.

R- "Jeff Hardy, you inspire millions of people, you save their lives and you show them that life is worth living. If you can do that then surely yours is worth living, yours is worth saving. Any idiot could see how much happiness you bring to others. But we all want you to be happy as well."

He reached for her hand but stopped at her fingertips.

J- "But I'll screw up Ry, I always do."

R- "Then we'll help you back up again. What else do friends do?"

He smiled and taking her hand helped himself to his feet.

Jeff was still unsteady though and he slouched against her. Lucky she was a Diva or she would have been snapped in two under his weight. He was a pretty muscular guy. From his dreary eyes she could tell he had hit up fairly heavy tonight. She needed to get him back to the hotel and let him rest it off. With her free hand she grabbed both their bags then helped Jeff outside the arena. She called a cab and soon the two were stumbling down a hallway, into the Hardy's room. Jeff grunted as he slipped through the door. Ry hushed him quickly, realising that Matt was already asleep. Matt was ungracefully sprawled across the only double bed and was breathing deeply. She aided Jeff as he crawled across the room and slumped onto the couch. But as he did he pulled her down on top on him. At first she struggled and tried to get up again. But Jeff wrapped his arms around her body and leant his lips to her ear.

J- "Stay here tonight"

She hesitated. Worried about why Jeff wanted her to stay with him. He was high and she remembered the moment they had shared when he had walked her to her first match. She thought Jeff was a good man, and God was he gorgeous, but she didn't love him. She felt too strong a friendship with him right now. It was obvious from Jeff unzipping her skirt and taking off her top that he wanted a little more than friendship right now. The drugs had kicked in and all he saw was a beautiful woman who loved him. Though not in the way that he hoped. She felt his lip ring on her neck as he lifted her up to straddle him. She wanted to fight it but she could feel his warm hands on her now and his lips were firmly planted on hers. But before he could have his way with her she pulled his arms off of her hips and they flung outwards away from her. She wasn't going to let this happen. But she was going to make sure Jeff knew why.

R- "You can have pleasure like this-"

She ran his left hand over the soft skin of her chest, down to her 'hips'. Then once again drew them away and jumped off of him.

R- "When you're off the coke"

J- "Ah"

Jeff sighed, then willing or un-willing, fell into a deep morbid like slumber.

Ry flinched as from out of the darkness two hands grabbed her shoulders. She knew it was Matt and she turned to face him. She was tired and sore and now felt extremely exposed. Weakly she leant into his bare chest and said.

R- "You've got to take care of your brother"

He picked her up as she started to daze between sleep and reality and led her to the bed.

R- "He such a handful"

Ry yawned as she mindlessly rolled over onto the bed. She put her arm onto Matt's chest and soon she had joined Jeff. Matt however had a much harder night, biting his lip, and trying madly to restrain himself from ravishing the hot, half naked Ry, lying next to him.

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