Adam woke up the next morning with Jeff curled up in his arms. The younger man looked so cute and innocent that he didn't want to get up at all. He was perfectly content to lay on the bed for hours to watch Jeff sleep. But after about a half hour, he knew that they both had to get up. They had to get to the arena for Raw in a couple of hours and they needed to eat something. "Jeff wake up," he said, planting soft little kisses on the sleeping man's face. "You have to get up."

Jeff mumbled softly before slowly opening his eyes. "Hey."

"Hey," Adam said. "We've got to get going soon. We've got a match tonight."

"Oh yeah." Jeff sat up and grinned. "My team is going to kick your team's ass."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah really." Jeff tried to get up but Adam grabbed him and pulled him back into bed.

"Well maybe we should settle this right here right now," Adam said, capturing Jeff's lips into a kiss. Jeff giggled and wrapped his arms around Adam's neck.

Adam's phone rang, interrupting the smoochie fest. "Ugh," Adam groaned as he reached over the bed to answer the phone. "Somebody's going to get their ass kicked in two seconds."

"Finally!" Jay exclaimed just as Adam answered the phone. "What the fuck have you been doing? I've been trying to get a hold of you all night."

"What am I usually doing when I don't come to the phone?"

"Oh son of a bitch, you fucked Jeff? Oh no, this is bad. This is bad."

"Why is this bad?"

"Morrison and Miz told Matt and Chris that you and Jeff left together. They've been looking for you all night and when they couldn't find you, they started bugging me. Jesus Adam, Jeff can't lie worth a shit. Matt's going to know what you two did."

Adam groaned and smacked himself on the forehead. Why the hell didn't he make sure he and Jeff were seen leaving separately? Now all hell was really going to break loose. "Fuck, why does Chris even care? Matt I get, but Chris…"

Jay sighed. "I don't get it either. Maybe it's just leftover feelings or maybe he hates you too now. All I do know is that not only are they pissed, but they're annoying me by taking that out on myself and each other. You better fix this shit and fast."

Adam looked at Jeff as he hung up the phone. "Matt and Chris know," he stated. "I am so fucking dead that it's not even funny."

Jeff just stared at him in confusion. "Chris? Why would Chris even care?"

"I don't know but that's not the issue here. I can deal with a pissed off Jericho. But I am beyond dead meat when Matt sees me tonight."

"I can tell him we didn't do anything."

Adam gave him a look. "So you're going to whip out some super duper new lying skills to appease your big brother with?"

Jeff pouted. "I can to lie. I've managed to make it seem like I haven't wanted to fuck you for all these years."

"Yeah, but has Matt ever asked you that question directly?"

"No…"

"My point exactly." Adam stood up and threw his clothes on. He knew he was going to get his ass kicked over this eventually, so he figured he might as well go and get it over with. Matt could beat his ass all he wanted. If that's what he needed to do to feel better, then Adam would let it happen. He was tired of constantly fighting with Matt. But he wasn't going to apologize for last night. He had wanted it for too damn long to ever apologize for it.

He and Jeff went back to their old hotel rooms to get their stuff before heading to the arena. They didn't really talk about it, but they were both dreading the confrontation with Matt. Even though the brother vs. brother feud was only a storyline, it still had created some tension between the brothers in real life. It was obvious to everyone in the locker room. As for Adam, he knew he was going to get an earful about the mistakes of his past again. He doubted if Matt was ever going to forgive him about the Amy thing. No matter what he said or did, Matt was never going to let him forget he had stolen his soul mate. It was hard sometimes not to ask Matt why Amy would cheat if she supposedly loved him just as much as he loved her.

Matt and Chris were waiting for them in the parking lot by the time they got there. Chris was doing his best to keep a lead pipe away from Matt, which didn't look to be very easy because the older Hardy looked determined to use it. "Oh this is bad," Adam said quietly. "This is--Jeff get back in here!"

Jeff got out of the car and approached his brother. "Matt calm down!" he pleaded. "Just stop for a minute and let me talk to you for a second!"

Matt looked at Jeff and Adam saw the look in those brown eyes as he got out the car. They weren't even going to get a chance to diffuse the situation with words. Matt already knew. He knew by just looking at Jeff. Knowing how volatile the situation was going to become, Adam silently prayed that somebody here was going to be able to get Matt under control.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Matt yelled. He grabbed Jeff by the arms and shook his younger brother as hard as he could.

"Get off of me Matt," Jeff snapped. He was trying to stomp on Matt's foot so the grip on his arms would be loosened, but it wasn't working out to well.

"Matt calm down for two fucking seconds!" Chris ordered. "You are not making things better by freaking out like this!"

Matt almost turned to glare at Jericho, but that's when his eyes truly found Adam. Adam grabbed Jeff by the back of the shirt and yanked him out of Matt's grip. "Come on then," he said quietly. "It's me you really want to hurt here."

Matt just glared at him for a second before spearing him to the ground with so much force that they nearly hit Jeff. Adam grimaced in pain as his back hit the concrete. That was exactly what his body needed after that triple threat match last night (full sarcasm intended). He let Matt hit him a couple of times, hoping that would settle things. But the third shot he received told him Matt wasn't going to stop any time soon, so he started fighting back as best as he could.

"Stop it!" Jeff yelled. "Matt stop it!"

There was the sound of people running out of the arena to break up the fight. Adam managed to get his foot up high enough to kick Matt on the jaw before Mark, Chris, John and Glenn managed to pull the older Hardy off.

"Jesus man," Jay said. He and Jeff helped Adam up to his feet. "You should have called me and told me when you were coming to the arena. I would have tried to get some security out here for you."

Jeff tried to check the cuts and bruises on Adam's face. "You're bleeding," he said quietly.

Adam groaned when he realized Jeff was right. His nose and his bottom lip were bloody messes. "Damn it," he said. He shook his head and looked at Jeff. "Are you okay?"

Jeff nodded. "I'm fine." He looked back to where Matt was being forcefully taken inside the arena. "I haven't seen him that mad since--"

"The Amy thing," Adam finished.

Jay shook his head. "Jeff, you really need to give him a chance to cool down before you try to talk to him. He's not being rational right now at all."

"Really? What made you think that?" Adam asked sarcastically.

Jeff sighed. "Oh joy. I get to talk to an enraged Matt. That's going to be fun." He frowned and looked at Adam. "How exactly do you plan on surviving that tag match with him later?"

Adam gave him a serious look. "Well, I'm going to do the only logical thing. He comes near me…I'm going to run away."