Disclaimer: Yikes, still not mine, but who knows what Santa will bring me hehehe *makes some room under the tree for at least three of them*, still not making money with it either :-)
So sad he lost the title lol, but at least he can keep the belt ;-) (I've got no idea what they did with it, I just gave it to Jeff, 'cause it will be X-mas soon lol)
The action should be quite accurate, I watched the match while I was writing to get the vibe *uhu* right lol
So for me not to mess up again lol, we're the 22nd of July 2002 :-)
The muse is alive and kicking hehehehe, and on we go…
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Chapter 27
It took Mark a little hour before he drifted of to dreamland too, having looked at Jeff until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, green locks spread on the pillow and that body on the bed were making his thoughts spin in a variety of directions, and yet again they included cute, adorable and breath-taking, the breathing calm and even and working like a perfect lullaby for the Deadman. They woke around noon and Mark got up, shaking Jeff gently "Get up, we have to get ready to head over to the arena", he got the obligatory pout from Jeff, who really wanted to stay in the warm cocoon of his covers and sleep, but when Mark got out he just pulled them away "I said get up kid", "You're such an ass", "And we're back on that", "Just admit you missed it", Jeff got up and went to the bathroom, getting ready and coming out a couple of minutes later he got dressed, Mark standing there talking to Hunter, Shawn on Jeff's bed "He can lay and I have to move", "He's dressed", "So now that I'm dressed can I lay down again too?", Mark slapped his hands to his head, Hunter just laughed "So if you're ready we can move, let's not aggravate the Deadman's mood today boys", Shawn and Jeff were grinning, and followed the other two men…
Arriving at the arena, Jeff spotted his opponent for the night, caught up with him and went over the details of the match with Rob, glad no-one listened to them while they were argueing about how many ladder shots and falls each could take, they both wanted something spectacular and had nearly no apprehensions to do crazy stuff, so it didn't take them long the get on the same page, and come up with something rather unhealthy, they went over to the ring and practiced a little before heading each to their lockerrooms, Rob being greeted by Flair "Oh there you are, I wanted to have a word with you", "Sure", "Well then sit down boy", Rob got down next to Ric and waited for the older man to start "Listen, I just wanted to say one thing, tonight, don't keep back, the kid needs the push even if he loses", "No prob man, I like Jeff, and I'm really impressed so far, if it works out the way we've planed it we'll deliver a first class match", "Good, that is all I wanted to know", Ric gave him a pat and got back up, turning as he was about to get out "Make him surpass himself Rob", with an amused twinkle in his eyes, Rob made a reverence, grinning "Yes, sir" he just wasn't sure if it wouldn't be Jeff making him surpass himself on this one…
A little later, when Jeff walked towards the catering area Shawn bumped into him, pulling a pout "Do you have any idea what that idiot came up with… All I wanted to do was having my buddy back", Jeff did the Dx sign, Shawn adding "Yeah, Bischoff can suck it", Jeff pulled a face "Euuuh, no, wouldn't want him close to mine", Shawn stared at him a brief moment before bursting out in laughter, Jeff pulling him along "I need food, you tell me your prob while I can chew on something", Shawn handed him his arm "Should you die of hunger, don't hesitate, just bite down", Jeff took the arm and bite him, before sucking hardly and mumbling, a huge grin on his face "Yeah… Suck it", Shawn pulled him away by his hair "Ouch" and pushed him to the buffet, one arm around Jeff and murmuring "He'll make me and Paul have drama", Shawn pulled a sweet fake pout, making Jeff chuckle and pass a thumb over his cheek "Poor Heartbreak Kid, doh", Shawn nodding "Yeah… All drama today", Jeff sighed "Yeah, my last hours as champ feel like drama too, man I hate them", "Hey, I don't have any title and I'm happy… Hurt but happy", Jeff filled a plate "How are you doing?", "Hurt, some pain but coping with it, is not that bad… Only my heart…", Jeff grinned as he got down on a free table "Your heart?", "Yeah, my heart", "The only heart you have is in you name, HBK", Shawn put his head on the table, banging it slowly "You're not nice", "And your hair is like on my plate, euuh", Shawn just stole half of the sandwich "Now there's nothing left on the plate" and under Jeff's glare got up and pretending to be terrified went back to the buffet and got them some more, by the time he had gotten back to the table Hunter had arrived and sat down next to Hardy, one arm around his shoulder "See that freak… That's my best buddy… And tonight, he and I will start the beginning of the end", Shawn wiped away imaginary tears "So so sad… Oh drama… Oh why… Why us…", Jeff had some trouble chewing and not choking on it, both Hunter and Shawn just playing the complete DX nutcases perfectly, it figured, they were much like that anyways, it came naturally to them "You guys suck", "Yeah, exactly…", they both grinned stupidly at him, making him laugh even more "Stop it for just a sec", Shawn slapped his hands in his face "Hunt, did he now say suck it for sex?", "No, he said, he'll suck for sex", "Oh, well, good with me", Jeff was dying, hand clutching his stomach on that one "Just a second guys, please", it was Hunter who decided it was enough, "Yeah, now just imagine, they don't want us together", "Go figure", "You're not nice Jeff", "No, you guys aren't nice, I just want to eat", Shawns next one coming "Did he say copulate", "No, he said eat", "Oh bummer", "Yeah, sad ha", they went on for a couple of minutes, Jeff having trouble eating and stopping altogether, laughing and chewing wasn't working anyways…
As Jeff made his entrance, Mark went over to Rob, looking worried "Listen Rob, don't go too hard on him ok, his back is screwed up enough as it is", "He won't slow down, so neither will I Deadman, sorry", "Rob, you'll hurt him", "No, my intentions are a good and crazy match, not inflicting pain, so calm down, I like Jeff, won't break him… At least not entirely", Rob smiled and squeezed Mark's shoulder before making his way to the ring, Mark didn't understand why he suddenly started such stupid things as what he just had asked Rob, but he didn't want to see the kid badly hurt, Shawn was sitting there, sighing slowly and shaking his head "I'll take him to the doc afterwards Mark, calm down, Rob is right, it's not your place to ask such things", Mark sat down, a frown on his face and eyes glued on the screen, hissing when Rob hit the ladder back out of the ring and into Jeff who made it to the floor with a thud "Damn", Shawn had to keep back from slapping Mark "That was a nice move Mark", "Yeah, one more on his back right", "Jeez Mark, please, he's doing what he's supposed to do…" Shawn made a break and licked his lips "Ha, he's like Jesus, did you see how cute he's laying there", "Cute? Jesus? Michaels please…"
Hunter got down too, shaking his head "Mark, listen don't take this the wrong way, but you're making a mistake here, Jeff is a wrestler, and just as us he'll go past the pain to win, so shut the fuck up, or make him switch jobs…", Ric who was standing behind them adding "Anyways the boys have decided on showing the crowd a crazy match, so let them do it", Mark stared at him, head rolled back "How you know?", "They came to me for some advise on moves they came up with earlier", "And you didn't convince them not to do them?", "No, they had brilliant ideas Mark, and if you weren't so weird in regard to Jeff you'd watch their match, seeing it for what it is, a piece of art in the wrestling history" in the ring the action continued, Jeff having pulled Rob of the ladder kicked Rob, before throwing him into the ropes, Rob countered, but only to have Jeff do the same too, Mark winced as Jeff went down on Rob "Why does he have to strain his back constantly, hin? Why?", "Because he's good at it", "That's no reason", "Mark you're tiring… If you care that much for the kid, for god's sakes do something", "You all suck, it is as if you enjoyed watching him get hurt", Shawn slapped Mark playfully "Never, he's grown to become like a baby brother to me, I just want to see him happy, and doing that crazy stuff makes him happy", "Uhu", Shawn too winced as Rob pulled Jeff of the ladder and prepared the next move, Jeff luckily managing to dropkick the ladder out of the ring, one glance at Rob and they both hurried to get other ladders, one each, they had talked it through and through and both were convinced it would be just a too cool move to do, and there they stood and attacked each other with their ladders, surpressing smiles as they went on, it was just too crazy and way to fun, Jeff even passed feeling sad for his upcoming title loss, man, this match just was worth it…
Rob kicked him down, pulling Jeff on top of the ladder, it took Ric's whole body weight to keep Mark down "Have they lost it now?", of course Rob's move made some people backstage whistle and clap their hands, Shawn grinning "Now that was cool", it wasn't as much the move as the result that bugged the Taker, Rob had crashed on top of Jeff, and the ladder, and he could very vividly see what that must have done to the brat's back, and as far as he knew Jeff, the actions would just continue, both men in the ring were a little hurt, Rob hadn't landed just as planned and felt a stinging pain too, but forced himself up and towards the other ladder, putting it up and climbing it but Jeff arrived and after punching him, joined him on the steps of the ladder and grabbed him, asking quickly if Rob was ok, he just got a discreet giggle and then made them fall backwards, both man hitting the mat with their backs, Mark had his head in his lap, hands over it, not only was he trying to understand why the whole action bothered him so much, but he saw clearly the recklessness of both men in the ring, not caring about their bodies just to please Vince, but he couldn't dwell on that thought for very long, Jeff made it up before Rob, and went to get the second ladder, laying it over Rob, he gulped, now what…
Jeff's heart was pounding, he knew he had to get that one right, and the thought of hitting that ladder made him wince even before pulling the move, he got up on the third turnbuckle and jumped down, a perfect, well nearly perfect Swanton crashing the ladder onto Rob, unfortunately he had hit the ladder with his shoulder too, but he got up and climbed the still standing ladder, Rob getting up too and climbing from the opposite side, they brawled for a while before Jeff forced down one step, was thrown down, Rob had glided along Jeff's body and pulled him down, and again both men were down, the ladder fell too and the crowd was going nuts, Mark's glare was impassible, he was angry beyond anything, he was helping the kid to go better and all that ungrateful brat did was one crazy move after the other…
The falling ladder had startled Rob, and he remembered what he had to do, he got up and, having trouble standing, walked over and pulled Jeff over the ladder, before throwing himself in the ropes, and managing yet another cool move, rolling first and then one more time through the air on Jeff's body, he had been ready but still, it hurt like hell, for both of them, Rob got up and pulled the second ladder back up, Jeff still sprawled on the other one, and climbed it, only to have Jeff get up and hitting Rob with the ladder he'd been laying on, before putting it up next to Rob's, Ric made an inhaling sound, mumbling more to himself than anyone else "Now it comes", Mark looked at him a sec before refocusing his attention to the ring, both men were on top of a ladder and both were trying to get the belt, Rob kicking Jeff who sat down on top of his before Rob kicked the ladder away, making Jeff go down pretty brutally, to Mark's "delight" on his back again, he was shaking his head, he had to admire the beauty of the match, but still, he was worried for Jeff and his body, he was already in pain, this wouldn't help the kid at all, especially now that Rob decided not to go for the belt but to splash onto a defensless Hardy…
It took Rob a sec to collect his senses and get up, put the ladder up and going for the belt, Jeff still on the floor, pretty much knocked out, covered by the ladder Rob had made fall on his way down, he didn't move anymore, trying to figure out what part of his body was hurting the most, besides the pinch in his heart for losing his title, or not gaining Rob's, both were the same result anyways, and that ladder hitting him just knocked the air out of him, damn, he wondered briefly, slipping in and out of consciousness why Rob had done that, well Rob hadn't intended to do it, he just didn't have much strength left either, crawling through the ring, before the referee shook him awake a little, the next thing Rob saw was Jeff, still laying there under a ladder, he too wondered what that ladder was doing on top of his opponent and dropped his belt to rush over and check on him, removing the ladder and gently helping him up, before raising his hand in admiration, he had to admit that he'd had doubts if Jeff could pull it, but he had gracefully achieved to do more than just pull it , if it was up to Rob he'd give the title to Jeff without a single thought on it, but now it wasn't, so he just could help him up, and seeing he wasn't too hurt, Rob got his belt and playfully looked at Jeff, shrugging his shoulders in some sort of fake apology, he just restrained on pulling his tongue at the younger Hardy, aware that even if the match had been great the kid had lost and must be feeling not to merry…
When Rob was done celebrating in the ring and was on his way back, Jeff too for that matter, he hurried and caught up with him and put an arm around his shoulder, whispering "Sorry Jeff, if it was up to me, I'd share this title with you", Jeff's shoulder was killing him, and the pressure Rob was now exercing on it made him hiss, before grinning at his words "You're such an dork, I can tell you enjoyed kicking my ass", "Yeah, sorry, I really did, man, we should wrestle more often, that was a real kink", they arrived backstage laughing, fact that made Mark step back and calm a little, Shawn jumping Jeff and Rob "You're such fuckers, both of you, man that was amazing", Ric and Hunter were just behind him, Ric pulling Shawn away and throwing him back "Congratulations boys, that was just a blast to watch", "Thanx Ric", they were both still trying to catch their breaths, and Jeff wasn't sure if Rob let go he wouldn't just drop, Rob wasn't feeling different, leaning on Jeff and feeling his blood pressure drop "Guys, I'll go and get checked", Rob kept his grip on Jeff and pulled him along "You should too you know", "Yeah, anyways, if you let go I fall", "Dito here Hardy", they had to giggle even if with their pains and stings it was more hissed giggles, Rob was sure his ribs were broken, Jeff knew he had given his back yet another death sentence but at least the moves had rocked, Shawn was following them, he wanted to know how Jeff was doing, and since Mark couldn't, at that precise time he was argueing around in the ring, he had rushed behind the two men, laughing "For two fallen souls you both manage to move quick", "Idiot", the second they entered Rob got down and hissed, the medics staring at the two men, Shawn pulling Jeff to a second table "Check them, they did some crazy stuff" and smiling innocently added "And hurry, I have drama coming my way", Jeff was laying there and trying to think of other things than his pain, but that comment did it for him, he started laughing his ass off, not caring for the pain that caused, it was just too hilarious…
When Mark was done, he drove his bike backstage and, not trusting anyone with it, took a little ride through the hallways, making people move very fast, well besides one, Vince, who stepped in the way, shaking his head "When you're done playing, I have to talk to you", Mark let out a deep sigh and motioned Vince to walk ahead, he had to refrain a smirk as he drove behind him, "This isn't allowed", "Vince…", "Yeah yeah", he entered his office and sat down, a document in his hands now, one Mark looked at cocking his head, hoping very much it wouldn't be what he thought it'd be, he sat down in front of his boss and put his elbows on the table "What Vince", "Do you know what this is", Mark's voice dripped sarcasm "Yes, that's why I'm asking you, you moron", "That's something I asked you to take care of, and you screwed up more than royally Mark", he knew that second what it was, but he wasn't ready to voice it aloud, so he kept his mouth shut, glaring at Vince and waiting for him to continue, Vince only throwing the papers in front of Mark who turned them and started reading, it wasn't a nice prologue to a book, now that would have made his day, and it sure as hell wasn't a new storyplot, he passed a hand in his face, keeping it on his chin, nodding from time to time as he registred what he was reading, "Ok… Now listen Vince, that's not something I can take care of in a matter of days and you know that", it was as if McMahon hadn't even listened to him "I only asked you to watch him, but no, you let him travel home, alone, and now that's the result", "Could be worse", "Oh, so what's missing in the list, ha?"
He still was an awful lot protective of the younger Hardy and wasn't ready to let Vince go to extremes, so he nonchalantly grinned "Heroin… Crack… Crystal Meth", "You think you're funny", "Man Vince, he probably went to a party, relax, that's not that bad", well it was, but still, it could be a lot worse, so he got up, papers thightly gripped "I'll take care of it Vince", "Like you did this time?", "No… I'll get this matter out of the world, you don't think of it anymore", with that he was out, only to come nose to nose with Glen sitting on his bike, who backed away, raising his hands "It wasn't me", "You ass sound like Michaels", "What's up bro?", Mark just tossed the paper sheets in Glen's hands "Read for yourself", Glen needed a sec, which earned him a snarl, to get them back in order, and then one to find out whose results those were, a mere "Oups" escaping him, "No shit bro", "You know what?", he pulled his brother along to his lockerroom and pushed him on the couch "What Glen", he absolutely had loved the performance Jeff had done tonight, and he liked him, and he absolutely cared for his brother, so there was just one solution, he and Dave had been discussing it and he had to agree that Batista had made a lot of sense "You have to take a different approach Mark", Mark raised his eyebrows "Oh", "You'll have to send the Undertaker to take care of him, not Mark… This is something you've got yourself too involved in on that level…", "Kane…", "There's two ways this can go… Him fired and you on Vince's bad people list, or the Deadman saving a young man from himself, hey… You like him… Well I do anyways… He deserves to be taken care of Mark, just let the Taker do it", to Mark it just was Shawn all over again as he buried his head in his hands, letting Glen's words enter his mind, he had to agree that his younger brother was making a lot of sense "You may be right bro", "I know I am Mark, you did it with Shawn, I don't see why it wouldn't work with Hardy", and as he got up and walked out of the lockerroom his mind was made up, and Glen could read it in his eyes as he followed him "But bro, gently, he isn't used to you enough for you to go all the way on him", Jeff wouldn't probably be happy at first, but was coming rolling towards him was one annoyed and pissed off Undertaker ready to do what he used to do, mainly taking care of everything and everybody, as if Glen's words had pulled a trigger, he briefly turned, eyes white just for giving Glen a show and growling "He has played me long enough Glen, it's time for him to learn the meaning of this business… And me", "Man, he knows you personally for two weeks bro, calm ok, not to harsh, do it Undertaker style, don't lose yourself in anger and frustration", "I won't, but he may", and took off direction infirmary, turning it in his head, yes, he wasn't going to let Jeff have a say on this…
Glen watched his brother leave, then turned to come nose to nose with someone he hadn't expected, he glared the other man down "Can I help you with something?", "Yeah, don't let him destroy my brother, please, don't let him ok", now Glen had to laugh, pushing Matt against the next best wall "You've got some nerv kid, he's destroying him? No, I think you did a perfectly good job with that already, so if you'll excuse me, before I put you in the hospital… Again…", Glen wasn't in mood for discussions, and certainly not with the older Hardy, he slapped him on the cheek before moving back and getting down on Mark's bike, taking it down to the garage…
Jeff was being nicely taken care of, sitting on the examination table and having his back checked, a bag of ice on his shoulder, Rob in front of him had his ribs taped, but through the whole ordeal they both just had a smile on their faces, one that left Jeff's face the moment he saw Mark get in with an icy expression on his face, heading straight towards him, not saying a word until the doc had finished with his back "How bad is it", "Nothing a couple of days of quiet won't heal", "Good", Jeff didn't even have the time to say anything that Mark pulled him none too gentle along, slamming him into his lockerroom and glaring at him, for a second he wanted to stop, but he just couldn't, Glen's words echoing in his mind as he ordered "Sit down boy", "Mark, seriously, you could have…", Jeff was pushed back, Mark shaking a finger "You shut and listen…", he just sat there, trying to get the least painful position, and stared at him, puppy eyes, a green shaded by blue as he slowly shook his head "Just please tell me what's…", "I said shut up", "Man, fuck you, seriously", he forced himself up and thought about just leaving, he didn't get far, a slap pushing him back "I'm not done with you, so I suggest staying calmy on the couch kid, 'cause this can only go two ways, mine or a painful one", Jeff sat back, not wanting to take a shot at luck "What is going on, at least have the decency of telling me why you're such a jerk all of a sudden", Mark smirked, shaking his head, torn between a punch that would kill him and one that would just hurt him very badly, but since that wouldn't help the situation he took a chair and got down in front of Jeff, glaring, answering his question with a question "When is your next match?", "Next week", "Where are you going until then", "Home", "Wrong answer", he didn't understand "What?", "You're staying with me, you'll room with me… When your back aches and you want a pill you'll ask me… No drugs… No alcohol… No bullshit Hardy", "Fuck you", Mark snarled "No, it's ok, thank you for pulling my ass out of the shit… Go and get your stuff ready… Now…", he watched him leave and didn't feel proud, hating that it had to come to this, but Glen was right, he couldn't let this annoying feeling come inbetween him and what he used to do…
Hunter peeked in, not to merry about his "feud" with Shawn, and looked at Mark, whistling "Ho… You're in worse mood than I am, congrats Deadman", packing his stuff Mark didn't even look up "Paul, not now", "What happened?", "I'm at a crossroad…", "Uhu", "With Jeff", Hunter's eyes went wide, completely mistaken the meaning if Mark's words and grinning "Finally admitting that you like him a lot ha?", "No, admitting he's screwed up and that my behaviour won't help… But I figured out a way", "Mark, listen, what happened?", "Jeff had to test, and I now have Vince on my back", "Ouch, why?", "Well you pick, gash, what would top, the fact he tested positive on several drugs, or the one on painkillers, maybe the fact that there was still booze left in his system", the look he got from Hunter made him shiver "Now what?", "Euh, I somehow… Shit…", "What Paul", "Shawn… Well Jeff got some pills from Shawn… But he kept an eye on it", "From Texas?", "The kid called him", now it was Mark's turn to stare in disbelief "He what?", "Called Shawn, Shawn told me", "About what?", "Mark", "About what?", "Not feeling good, and you know Shawn… Sometimes his first reaction ain't the best", Mark was sighing "So you're telling me he's been calling Shawn who told him to take that stuff", Hunter got down too, looking at Mark, shaking his head "Not exactly, yes he called him, but Shawn tried to get him not to take anything besides his pills", "Didn't work Paul", "And what are you gonna do now?", "I'll have him as my shadow, he won't take a pee without asking me first"
Hunter put a hand on Mark's leg "Mark…", the Deadman's voice left no room for interpretation "What? You too wanna discuss that?", "No, I'm just saying you should watch it and not push him away completely Mark, how long he's been hanging with us, two weeks?", "I'm missing your point", Hunter thought for a second, his voice calm when he spoke "You can't mend a broken soul in two weeks Mark… What if he had just a bad moment, now you push it up to be something it may not be…", "Hunter…", "No, listen to me, it's ok to worry and it's more than ok to get involved, but are you sure you want to risk his friendship over this? Have you asked him why he did it", "Does it matter?", "Yes it does, maybe it was a one-time thing Mark, maybe his back was killing him, maybe he felt alone and depressed, there have to be reasons for his use, and taking him on a leash will only make you both hurt in the end", "And him fired is better", "No, but don't go too hard on the kid, and let us all help you, I know you Mark", Hunter locked his eyes with Marks continuing "And sometimes you explode before reasoning… So please don't make him retreat from us again, now that he's getting comfortable around us, let him heal at his pace, don't rush things…", Hunter was still fixing Mark, as he added very low "like you did with Shawn", one could feel the temperature drop in the room as a very oppressing silence started…
Meanwhile Glen had put the bike away and was walking back, when he saw two men sitting on the steps of the staircase, smoking and whispering very low, upon getting closer a grin made it to his face, now Mark seemed to have lost Jeff already, since he was sitting one step below Shawn and being hugged, his eyes sad and Glen could have made a bet he had been crying, sighing he approached them "Hey boys, you ok?", Jeff didn't react at all, Shawn who had his chin on Jeff's head just gave him a little smile, shaking his head "No Glen", he sat down next to them, figuring the best way was the straight one "So… I take it my brother has talked to you kid?", Jeff's eyes locked on him as he slowly sat up "No… he wasn't talking… I… I've got no idea what's gotten into him", Glen patted his leg "Then think hard Jeff", he got a quizzical look before he could read dawning in Jeff's face "Damn, the test", "Good kid… What were you thinking… He'd be all understanding and happy?", "How does he even know?", "He's the biggest, baddest dog in the yard kiddo, he's been taking care of all of us for years… So how does he know? Well, Vince shoved your results up his ass and now he as an awful lot of trouble digesting them", Jeff got up, shaking "I have to get out of here", "Kid…", "No, seriously, I just have to get out and get home", Shawn looked at him sad "Jeff, he only wants to help", "Screw him and his help, I do what I want to do, when I want to do it, and now I'm leaving", Glen grabbed his arm the second he wanted to take a step "Oh no you won't Jeff, at least go and talk to him", "Yeah well, the talking part didn't work all too good before, I don't think it will now", "Try it at least, you can leave afterwards", "And what if he won't let me?", Glen chuckled, now there was a very big chance that would happen, but he wasn't about to tell Hardy that "He has no right to keep you, so relax, he's just upset, and quite frankly, I'm a little too"
It all went way too fast after that, Jeff tried to rip his arm free, and feeling battered from the match didn't have enough strength to keep his balance, and before Shawn or Glen could react he fell backwards and down the stairs, it wasn't a long fall but he had no way of landing besides on his back, hitting his head in the process and knocking himself out. To Glen time started moving very slow as he rushed down the couple of steps, mumbling things, Shawn staring at Jeff, pale, before following Glen "Shit", "You're not saying", Glen started to slapp Jeff on the cheek "Hey Hardy…", Shawn objecting "Don't, we should take him to the doc", "You're sure? Now you want to explain what happened?", "It wasn't your fault Glen, it was an accident", "Uhu", Glen was starting to lift Jeff's head, which made the unconscious man stir a little "Well he's still alive", "Glen…", he lifted Jeff's body up and carried him upstairs, Shawn following him, worried "What are you doing? You shouldn't move him", "Taking him to Mark", "What? No no Glen, he said he didn't want to", "Well, he can't object now can he", "You can't do that, seriously", "He'll know what to do Shawn", yeah, that even made sense for Shawn who opened the door for him, "Ok, ok, but let's try to make it low profile", "Of course"
The low profile worked, and they didn't cross anyone on their way, Shawn pushing the door open and Glen entering, Mark and Hunter still sitting there in silence, "Get up bro I have to put him down", the stares they earned themselves were kinda priceless, Mark immediately moving, Hunter pulling him back a little, it was he who broke the silence first "What the fuck happened?", Shawn looked guilt striken, but Glen's face was even darker as he snarled "It was an accident", "You knocked him down?", "No, he fell", "He fell?", Mark pushed Glen away and got down next to the couch, a hand passing on Jeff's cheek, very gently as he tucked back a green strain "How did he fall?", "Down the stairs", "What happened?", Shawn sighed "We were talking, then Glen came and joined us, when Jeff got up he stumbled and fell", Glen looked at him not quite getting why Shawn left out his participation in the disaster but somehow glad he had done it, he felt bad enough as it was, he didn't need his brother on his back, brother who had started checking Jeff for injuries, or further injuries for that matter, making him stirr again "He just seems knocked out", "Yeah, that's why I moved him here Mark, I knew you'd be able of handling the situation", Hunter couldn't keep back a growl "This one yeah, but the other one…", Mark's head turned towards Hunter, who had hugged Shawn and was keeping him against his body, gently stroking his back "So today really is drama day ha…", "Shawn… You gave him some more drugs? Or pills?", Shawn tensed as he looked at Mark "What are you…", "Don't give me bull Michaels, I don't want you to help him fuck up, got me, you above everybody else should know what happens", "He was in pain Mark, and believe it or not, I know what an incessant fucked up pain in the back is, so don't you dare judging me", Glen decided to calm everybody "Hey, that won't help Jeff, nor you guys ok, we should get him back to the hotel", Hunter pushed Shawn back "Go get our stuff please, and Ric too", Shawn moved without a word, pissed at Mark's attack, he only wanted to help Jeff and if the Deadman was incapable of understanding that he'd have to be more discreet from now on…
Shawn found Ric in his own lockerroom, entering, a face as if he had been announced the world was gonna disappear every minute now, Ric wondering a second before laughing "Don' tell me the storyline with Hunter and you got you all depressed Michaels", "No, there was an accident", Ric's laughter died in his throat, as he hushed Shawn down "What happened", "Jeff… He fell down the stairs and is pretty much knocked down now, Mark is taking care of him, but he…", Ric urged him to continue "He what", "He knows about the pills I gave Jeff, and went all Bad-Ass on me", "The ones you got from Dave?", "Yeah", Ric sighed, yeah, well that was trouble "How did he know?", "According to Glen Vince had Jeff tested and rubbed the results in his face", "Shit", "You're not saying, and now… poor Jeff", Shawn looked at him all desperated "You have to help him, we all know how Mark gets when he…", Ric hugged him, interrupting his speech "Of course I will, where are they?", "In Mark's lockerroom", "Then let's go"
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I had to find out which of the three ways of Mark handling everything I'd use, I came up with one sweet one, but discarded and deleted it pretty fast, it just didn't feel right, then there was one a little harsher, but as my finale idea dawned I was just happy, especially since it works towards what I had in mind anyways, for a lot later lol, can't start working that plot until in the story we'll be april 2003 lol
Well anyways, hope I made the right choice and you'll like it :-)
Next chapter is in work :-), just wanted to keep the chapters at a reasonable length, so I decided to stop it here hehe