Dark Saviour
Chapter 7 - A Random Trip.
….
Jeff lay half awake as he heard Matt walk around the room, talking to Shawn on the phone. Jeff was trying hard not to listen to Matt's rambling's, but the guy was talking so loud, that he was sure that the entire floor could hear him. Groaning, Jeff rolled onto his other side, bringing the pillow with him so he could try and block out the noise with it. He had almost fallen back to sleep, when Matt jumped onto the bed. Peeking out from under the pillow, Jeff glared at his older brother. Matt either didn't notice or didn't care.
"Come on! Get up!" Matt said, shaking Jeff roughly.
"Five more minutes, dad?" Jeff muttered sarcastically, once again bringing the pillow over his face.
"No. It's time to get up now," Matt answered cheerfully, pulling the pillow away.
"Hey!" Jeff exclaimed as he tried to grab the pillow back. "Give it here. It's my day off and I plan on sleeping."
"No your not," Matt shook his head, tossing the pillow to the floor. "We're going out."
"Why?" Jeff asked, leaning over the side of the bed, trying to get the pillow back.
"Because I told Shawn that we would go to the mall with them," Matt explained. "So, get up and get dressed. We leave in a couple minutes."
"Go without me," Jeff muttered, finally getting a hold of the pillow. Bringing it back onto the bed, Jeff flopped over again. "I'm going back to sleep."
"Oh, come on. It's eleven in the morning, time to get up," Matt whined, trying to do his best impression of Jeff.
"Wake me up when it's five."
"Five? In the morning? Okay, well, since it's past that, you should be up by now," Matt smiled as Jeff gave him a nasty look.
"I don't think so."
"Come on," Matt said as he bounced on the bed. "Why are you making such a fuss? You're up already anyway."
"No, I'm not," Jeff said, sitting up again. However, that turned out to be a mistake on his part. As soon as Jeff was up, Matt shoved him off the bed, causing the younger Hardy to land on the floor with a loud thud.
"Now you're up," Matt smirked. "So get dressed. We're going to be late."
Jeff reluctantly got up off the floor so he could go to his bag and grab some clothes. Matt was right, he was up and if he tried to go back to bed now, Matt would only make it harder to fall asleep. As he finished dressing, Jeff sat on the bed with a sigh, putting his hair up into a small ponytail while he waited for Matt.
"Don't look so glum, chum," Matt smiled as he sat next to Jeff.
"Oh, right. I should look happy since I was dragged out of my nice warm bed," Jeff said sarcastically.
"You weren't dragged," Matt said in his defense.
"You're right. I wasn't dragged, I was shoved," Jeff amended.
"Come on, you can't lay around all day."
"Since I am up, I'm not going to be laying around all day. I'm going . . . where are we going?" Jeff asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"We're going shopping!" Matt answered excitedly.
If that's not gay, Jeff thought to himself, smiling.
"There we go," Matt said, clapping Jeff on the back. "That's the spirit."
"Yeah, instead of sleeping all day, I get to go shopping with my big brother," Jeff smirked. "Let the fun begin."
"It's not just you and me. Shawn and Rey are coming too."
"Oh, great."
"I thought you liked those guys?" Matt asked, confused.
"Oh, I do. I'm just afraid that Shawn will find pixie sticks again."
Matt laughed. "You're one to talk. What about you and Smarties?"
"First of all, it's Skittles, not Smarties," Jeff said, feigning offense that Matt got it wrong. "And second, I'm not as bad as Shawn."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Obviously you haven't had to deal with yourself when you are hyped up on Skittles."
"Hmpf," Jeff snorted as he turned his back to Matt.
"Aw, is poor Jeff-y mad at me," Matt pouted, trying to pull off the puppy dog eyes.
Jeff turned to look at his older brother, shaking his head. "That so does not work on you."
"I tried," Matt shrugged.
"And you failed."
"Oh well. Ready to go?"
"No," Jeff replied simply.
"Good enough," Matt smiled as he grabbed Jeff's wrist and dragged him out the door.
….
"Come on," Kane whined. "I don't want to go alone."
"I'm not going."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I said so."
"You're no fun."
"I've read the fine print, it's not part of my job description."
"Come on. Come with me," Kane begged. "You're my big brother. You're supposed to do things with me."
"Since when?" Undertaker asked, looking up at the begging Kane. The Big Red Machine had been trying for the past half-hour to convince him to go to the mall. Undertaker didn't know why Kane was trying so hard; the man knew how much Taker disliked the mall.
"Since, like, forever man," Kane answered. "Please? I don't want to be alone."
"You won't be, you'll have the other guys going with you."
"But it's not the same though. Shawn and Rey have each other and Matt and Jeff have each other. That leaves me all alone," Kane explained, trying to put on his best pout. The result, however, would have been terrifying to anyone else who saw it.
Taker rolled his eyes. "With those four, you can never be left alone."
"But it's not the same," Kane said, staring Taker right in the face. "Pretty please? Will you come with me?" he pouted.
"Fine, you win," Taker sighed, annoyed that he was going to have to go out on his day off. His one-day to sit back and relax and instead he was going to have to spend it in a stuffy old mall.
"Yes," Kane clapped. "I'll let Shawn know that you're coming too," he said as he turned to get the phone.
Taker let his head fall back with another sigh. How do I let him talk me into these things? He thought as he watched Kane talking excitedly on the phone. Taker could slightly hear Shawn's voice coming from the other end. Kane stopped talking and looked over at Taker.
"Hey, Mark? Would you mind going downstairs and get me something to eat? I'm starving."
"No. Go get it yourself."
"Please?" Kane said.
Taker only shook his head. "No, but I will be leaving so that I can get away from your constant begging," he said as he walked out of the room.
Kane waited to make sure that Taker was really gone, before turning his attention back to the phone. "Okay, he's gone."
"So, any idea's yet?" Shawn asked.
"Nope."
"Damn, I was hoping to have something to work with by now. Oh well, maybe Matt will have an idea," Shawn sighed.
"Matt knows?"
"Yeah, he accidentally over heard Rey and I talking about it the other night."
"Oh?" Kane bit his lip, "And he was okay with that?"
"Oh, yeah. He was fine," Shawn said dismissively. "So, maybe we should ask him for ideas?"
"We could, but lets not worry about it too much. I'm sure there will be plenty of guys there today. Maybe we will find somebody while we are out," Kane said.
"True," Shawn agreed. "Either way, at least it gets him out of the hotel."
"That it does. Oh, and speaking of Matt, did he convince Jeff to come yet?"
"Yeah, he did."
"Good."
"Why's that?" Shawn asked.
"Because that's how I got Mark to agree to come," Kane answered.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I told him I didn't want to be the third wheel."
"Ah, the old 'third wheel' tactic. Nicely done," Shawn praised.
"Thanks."
"No problem. So I'll see you guys down in the lobby in a few minutes?"
"I think Mark's already there. I can be down there in a few seconds."
"Okay. Rey and I are heading down now. Matt and Jeff will be down shortly too."
"Okay, see you soon."
"See you."
With that, both men hung up the phone. As Kane walked out the door and into the elevator, his stomach let out a growl. Oh yeah. I meant to grab a bite to eat before we left. Oh well, I'll grab something at the mall.
….
All six men met up in the lobby, four of them eager to get going. Jeff and Taker hung back from the group, neither sure what to make of the spectacle in front of them. Shawn was bouncing around while Rey was trying to get him to calm down, while Kane and Matt were talking about something secretively. Taker leaned against a wall; his face blank as he waited for the taxi's to come. Jeff was standing on the other side of the group, all of his weight placed on one foot, his arms crossed over his chest. Finally, he decided to walk in amongst the strange group of people.
"So, uh," Jeff said, interrupting the multiple conversations. When everybody was looking at him, he almost didn't continue. "Who's riding in which cab?"
"What do you mean?" Shawn asked.
"Well, uh, we ordered two cabs. We won't all fit in one, so I was wondering who was traveling with who?"
"Oh," Matt muttered as he thought about it. "Well, Shawn and Rey will be traveling in one. You and I can go in the other. Guess that leaves Mark and Glen. Where do you two want to be?"
"With you two I guess," Undertaker said, causing everyone to stare at him. "What?"
"Nothing, I just didn't think you'd make a decision," Rey answered.
"Aw, Mark doesn't want to travel with me," Shawn pouted.
"Hell no. I definitely don't want to travel with you. You'd give me a headache before we even got there," Undertake replied simply.
Shawn pouted. "That's not nice."
"No, it's not. Headaches are never nice," Undertaker smirked.
"Well, now that that's settled," Jeff clapped his hands, trying to break up the awkwardness. "There are the cabs."
All six men turned as one and headed out the door and too the waiting cabs. Jeff, Matt and Kane getting into the back of first cab with Matt sitting in the middle. Taker took the front seat of the first cab, while Shawn and Rey slid into the back of the second one with Rey sitting in the middle so that he could be close to Shawn. Both cabs pulled away from the curb and navigated their way through the traffic to the mall. Taker paid the fee for the first cab and Shawn paid the fee for the second. As everybody gathered in the entrance of the mall, they looked around at the different stores.
"So," Matt said. "Where to first?"
"I need to go to the toy store," Shawn answered.
"Why?" Kane asked.
"Because Hunter stole Fred."
"Fred?" Rey asked, confused.
"Yes, Fred, my rubber chicken. Hunter stole him from me," Shawn replied.
"Your rubber chicken was named Fred?" Jeff said, his eyebrow rose in confusion.
"You knew about the rubber chicken?" Rey asked in surprise.
"Well, yeah. He had it at RAW the other night. He even hit Hunter with it," Jeff answered. "I didn't realize it had a name though."
"Fred's not an it, he's a he," Shawn pouted. "And Hunter took him from me. So I need a new one. Then, when I get Fred back, he can have a friend."
"As what, a girlfriend or a boyfriend?" Matt joked.
"That's up to Fred."
"You mean that you actually talk to him?" Matt asked, his brow furrowed, confused.
"Well, yeah. Fred has feelings too. You can't just ignore him," Shawn said innocently.
"Okay," Rey said, patting Shawn on the shoulder. "Then to the toy store it is."
"Yay!" Shawn exclaimed, clapping his hands before he took off running, trying to locate the closest toy store.
"Shawn, wait a second!" Rey shouted, running after him.
Kane, Matt, Jeff and Taker all watched as the two ran through the crowd, which in turn, gave them funny looks. Shawn didn't seem to notice them at all; while Rey kept apologizing to everyone he passed.
Undertaker shook his head. "Well," he stopped when he heard an audible growl. Taker turned to look at Kane, who was blushing slightly.
"Sorry, I guess I'm hungry," Kane muttered.
"You didn't eat this morning, did you?" Taker asked.
"No, we didn't have time," Kane replied.
"Well, there is bound to be a food court around here somewhere," Jeff said.
"Why don't we go looking for it? I'm kind of hungry too," Matt suggested.
"Sure, after you," Kane said, letting Matt lead the way.
"Okay," Matt smiled, taking off in the opposite direction that Shawn and Rey took. Kane followed suit, leaving Jeff and Taker to stare after them.
"Great. He begged for me to come here and now he's left me alone," Taker shook his head.
"Well, you're not technically alone," Jeff pointed out. "But if you want to be, I can go somewhere else."
"Doesn't matter," Undertaker mumbled, walking off aimlessly. Jeff followed slightly behind him.
"You know you don't have to tail me?" Taker said after a few minutes. "I don't bite."
"I didn't know if you wanted your space or not," Jeff shrugged as he picked up the pace so that he could walk side by side with Taker.
Undertaker shrugged. "Doesn't matter really. The mall is so full of people anyway. I don't want you to get lost or anything," he smirked.
"Ha. Like I could ever get lost. I doubt many people here could miss the rainbow hair," Jeff laughed.
"No, I guess not."
"Besides, I think between you and me we're the easiest to find in a crowd."
"Oh, really," Taker said, raising an eyebrow. "And how do you figure that?"
"Well, like I said before, with my hair I'm easy to spot," Jeff paused, looking around him. "And people move so far out of your way that you can practically run down this hallway without running into a single person."
Undertaker looked around him, shaking his head as he saw people moving out of his direct path. "I think you're right."
"Of course I am," Jeff smiled. The two continued on in silence, until Jeff stopped short, looking into a store.
"What is it?" Taker asked. "Spot something for you 'girlfriend'?" he teased.
"Don't have one to buy for, but I do see something even more disturbing," Jeff shook his head as he pointed in the direction of a Victoria's Secret store.
There, plainly visible through the front window stood Shawn and Rey. Rey seemed to be blushing horribly as he tried to talk Shawn out of the store. Shawn seemed to not be paying attention as he meandered through the aisles, occasionally stopping and saying something to him. Both Jeff and Undertaker started to laugh as a saleswomen approached the two of them. Rey was definitely blushing now.
Jeff couldn't help himself as he walked over to the storefront window and tapped on it. Shawn, Rey and the saleswomen all looked at him as he waved to Rey, smiling. Rey buried his face in his hands while Shawn smiled and waved back as he continued to talk to the saleswomen. Jeff shook his head, turning to go back to where Undertaker stood who was giving him a funny look.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist."
Taker merely shook his head, smiling.
"Hey, are you actually smiling?" Jeff asked in amazement.
"Surprising, huh?"
"Well, yeah," Jeff smiled back. "Usually, if you smile, somebody's going to die."
At that, Taker started to laugh.
"And whenever you laugh, if you're not dead already, you're definitely going to be wishing you were soon," Jeff laughed.
"I guess that's true enough."
"I'm not dumb enough to try and lie to you," Jeff shook his head. "Hey, I'm going stop in at that music store. You can keep walking around if you want to."
"Might as well go in too. There's only so many times you can walk around this place without attracting some sort of attention."
"Well, that could be good or bad."
"Most likely in my case, it would be bad. I think the security guys would be wondering if I'm going to jack the place."
"Even if you were, they'd be too scared to approach you."
"You sure about that?" Taker asked as he watched a couple of security officers walk by. The two men seemed to being watching them very carefully.
"Of course I'm sure. I mean you're huge."
Taker looked over at the younger Hardy. "Is that so?"
"Well, you know what I mean. You're a big guy. You're tall and well built. Heck, if I was them, I'd be scared to even run into you by accident."
"No, you wouldn't."
"Why do you say that?" Jeff asked as he meandered the rock section.
"You're crazy," Taker replied simply, looking at all the different artists names.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"If you're crazy enough to pull the stunts that you do, running into somebody like me can't be that scary."
"You wanna bet?" Jeff said, looking up at Taker. "I'd be freakin' scared as hell to run into you or Glen in a dark alley."
"But that's in a dark alley, not a mall," Taker pointed out, as he looked at the back of one CD. "That's a completely different situation."
"True, but still, depending on your mood, you can be one scary guy," Jeff admitted. "I mean, you're a good guy and all, but man, I don't think I would ever want to get on your bad side."
Before Taker could reply, he was attacked from behind by something small. Turning slightly, he could see Shawn's bright blue eyes staring up at him as he hugged the bigger man from behind. Looking past Shawn, however, he could see an exhausted Rey running toward them, loaded with bags from possibly every store in the building.
"Hey, Mark!" Shawn beamed. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Nothing," Taker replied. "So you can take your arms off of me."
"Doesn't look like nothing," Shawn said, grabbing the CD from Undertaker's hand. "Oh, Creed. I like Creed."
Jeff raised a brow at Taker.
"I was curious about who they were," Taker said, answering the unasked question.
"Sure," Jeff smiled. "Don't worry. I won't tell," he mouthed to Taker.
By that time, the panting Rey had finally caught up with the hyper active Shawn. As Shawn pawed through the CD's, Rey bent over, trying to catch his breath. Taker merely shook his head at the two newcomers. As they moved around to the other side of the rack, since the one side was getting a little crowded, he saw that Kane and Matt had wondered into the store, carrying a couple bags between them. Matt noticed Jeff and Taker standing near the back and waved at them while pointing them out to Kane. As the two Superstars made their way toward them, they noticed the exhausted Rey and the thousands of bags that now littered the walkway.
"Shopping much?" Matt asked Rey.
Rey merely glared at Matt as Shawn looked over his shoulder at them. "No, Rey hasn't been shopping at all. I mean I feel kind of bad for buying all this stuff when he hasn't bought a single thing," Shawn pouted slightly.
"Those are all yours?" Jeff asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," Shawn smiled. "I've been having fun."
"No shit," Jeff muttered.
"What about you two? What have you been doing? Besides wondering the mall all day," Kane asked, looking over at Taker.
"We've been doing just that."
"What?" Matt looked between the two.
"We've been just wondering around the mall," Jeff shrugged. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"No, it's just, uh . . ." Kane paused.
"What? Can't two guys wonder a mall?" Undertaker asked.
"No, I mean, yes," Kane replied quickly. "I just, uh, never saw you as one to do that."
Undertaker and Jeff rolled their eyes. "Right."
"It's the truth," Kane said, trying to defend himself.
"You're the one who dragged me here," Taker reminded him. "What else am I supposed to do? Sit?"
Kane went to reply when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking down, he saw Matt standing next to him.
"Quit talking, Glen. You're only digging yourself into a hole," Matt whispered.
Kane hung his head in silence as they all browsed through the aisles. After a couple minutes of randomly walking down aisle after aisle, store after store, they decided that it was time to head on back to the hotel. As they looked into ordering cabs, they decided that instead of taking two cabs, like they did to get there, they would take three. Matt and Jeff would share the first cab. Kane, Taker and Rey would use the second, leaving the third for Shawn and his many bags. Shawn tried to convince the guys that they only needed two cabs, but when Jeff pointed out that the only way for them to do that would be to stick Rey in the trunk, Shawn finally agreed that three cabs were better then two. When the cabs arrived at the hotel, all six of them helped Shawn get his bags out of the cab and brought the bags up to his hotel room. After dumping the bags on the floor, Undertaker leaned against the wall with a sigh.
"After that work out, I think it's time for a drink."
Everyone nodded in agreement before following Taker down to the hotel bar where they ordered drinks and wings. Before long, people started to filter out of the bar as the night settled over them. After a while, the other Superstars said their goodbyes and went off to bed, leaving only Jeff and Matt in the bar.
"Hey, are you coming up?" Matt asked Jeff as he finished his drink.
"Yeah, I'll be up in a minute," Jeff nodded to his drink. "Just going to finish this, then I'll be right up."
"Do you want me to stay and keep you company?" Matt yawned.
Jeff shook his head, smiling. "No, you go on up. If you stay down here any longer, you'll fall asleep within seconds and then I'd have to drag you to our room."
"You're probably right," Matt smiled, clapping Jeff on the back. "See you upstairs."
Jeff watched as Matt made his way out of the bar and headed to the elevator. Leaning over the table slightly, Jeff held onto his glass with both hands, twirling it around. Even though he had wanted to stay in bed today, he was glad Matt had been Matt and shoved his ass out of bed. It was actually kind of fun going out with the guys. Jeff smiled a little as he took a sip of his beverage.
"What are you smiling about, Hardy?"
Jeff closed his eyes, trying to repress a shudder. So much for a nice end to the day.
Without turning, he answered. "What do you want, Cena?"
"Ooh, answering a question with a question, how original," Cena said sarcastically as he slid into the opposite side of the booth. "Can't a friend wonder why his friend is smiling?"
"See, there's a problem with that. I'm not your friend."
"Aw, be nice," Cena said, pouting. "Can't we be civil?" he smirked.
"You'd need two civil people to have a civil conversation and, the thing is, you're not civil," Jeff retorted as he went to leave, but before he could, JBL slid into the booth on the opposite side, blocking his way.
"And what does the 'wrestling god' want?"
"Nothing," JBL smiled.
"Right," Jeff rolled his eyes. "You two just happen to want to box me in for no reason."
"We just want to sit with you."
"Bullshit."
"Hey, watch that language," JBL snapped. "There could be kids here."
Jeff raised an eyebrow. "There could be kids in a bar?"
"Well, you never know these days. I mean, they could sneak in," Cena shrugged.
"Oh, right. Any five-year-old with a drivers license can walk into a bar now a days," Jeff rolled his eyes.
"You never know," JBL smiled, resting his arm on the back of the booth.
"Yeah right. What do you guys really want?"
"We just want to sit here with you and have a few drinks," Cena motioned to the barkeep to bring them another round of drinks.
"Yeah, somehow I just don't believe you," Jeff shook his head.
"Believe what you want kid," JBL replied.
"Okay, I believe you're a senile old man who can't do shit in the ring and should go back to announcing. You were at least somewhat decent at that," Jeff smirked.
"Why you little . . ."
"Don't you go beating him up now," Cena said, giving JBL a warning look that Jeff didn't see.
"Like he could," Jeff snorted.
"Don't," Cena warned as JBL raised a fist.
"Aw, come on. Let the old man try," Jeff said mockingly.
With another warning look from Cena, JBL lowered his fist. "You're lucky, kid."
"No, lucky would be having both of you drop dead so that I wouldn't have to see or hear you anymore. Although, I'd settle for just leaving here now."
"You're not going anywhere," Cena replied.
"No shit, seeing as I'm kind of surrounded. Though I doubt you'll give me an answer, I have to ask anyway, what can I do to get you two guys to leave me alone?"
Cena and JBL glanced at each other, smirking.
"It's not about what you can do for us," JBL said.
"But what we can do to you?" Cena finished as he moved closer to Jeff, fully pinning him between the two men.
Jeff shrank away from them involuntarily, not sure what either of them meant by that. He only knew, that it couldn't be anything good.
….
A/N: My poor Jeff (sniff). He was having such a good day . . . then Cena had to show up. That's when you need a weapon of some sort (preferably a ladder or a two by four covered in barbed wire) and put him out of commission for another couple of months. Oh well, dare to dream.