A/N: What's up, stars and studs! This is nearing the end fairly soon. Maybe forty chapters, maybe less. That's how long I planned on making it in the beginning. But, anyway. Much love to Tiffany Minamino, Zay, I'mxAxRockstar, HighflyinJeffHardy, whitter23, Brie, Jeffismyhero1217, Mandy and petesluvr for their reviews. You guys are the best! And, it's been exactly a year since I've started this. Wow, I can't believe it. Read. Review. Enjoy! Peace and love!
NO OWNAGE: All superstars and divas own themselves. Vince owns Summerslam. OWNAGE: Hope is mine.

Jeff wasn't pleased with the look on Hope's face when she'd gotten into his car. She'd just been crying, considering that her eyes were still red and puffy. Jeff opened his mouth to say something, but she shook her head slowly. She didn't want to talk and he wouldn't push her. But, that sadness in her eyes killed him. Things got worse when they saw Punk and Maria eating at the same restaurant. That bastard. Jeff led Hope away from them before any eye contact could be made. They sat down at a table and Hope immediately sunk into a depression.

"What would you do if lost me?" Hope asked. "Would you be a dick like him?"

"I'd be lying if I told you losing you was something I could handle," Jeff replied.

"You'd fight for me, wouldn't you?"

"Of course."

Hope managed a faint smile, tucking her dark hair behind her ears. She kept glancing back at Punk, fighting her urges. She wanted to be over there in his arms with him whispering little things in her ear. She hated herself for missing him. Jeff saw the look on her face and he knew what she was thinking. If only she'd think about him that way. He saw those puppy dog eyes of hers and wished she'd look at him that way. He would've given anything for just one of those looks.

Jeff wouldn't stand for this any longer. He wasn't going to let Hope wallow, at least not in front of him. He gave her an ultimatum. She could either go back to the hotel and pout or she could start acting like she was having a good time. Hope was surprised by how blunt Jeff had been. But, he was right. Punk was out with Maria and he seemed happy. Why should she be the only one wallowing? Hope looked up and kissed Jeff on the corner of his mouth. She'd been going for his cheek, but he'd turned his head at the last second and their lips almost met.

"Thanks for saving me," Hope smiled.

"I hate seeing you hurt, sugar," Jeff whispered.

She'd almost kissed him. Jeff couldn't get over that. Her lips had been so close to his. But, she wasn't ready for that and he refused to push her. Hope would come to him on her own. But, she'd been so close to kissing him and she played it off like nothing. His heart was still racing. Part of him felt that the moment was even more special because she didn't kiss him. It was so genuine, just like her smile. How could Punk cheat on her? Jeff still couldn't wrap his head around that. Punk had to have some reason behind it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jeff asked. "You look like you wanna die."

"You can't die from a broken heart. You only wish you did," Hope replied.

"Don't say that."

"Maybe I should try and fix this."

"Sometimes it's better to leave something broken than hurt yourself trying to fix it."

* * * * *

For a while, it seemed that things had gotten better. Summerslam was that Sunday and that was the only thing on anyone's mind. Even Hope was happy. She'd sworn off relationships for a while and intended on reinventing herself. Punk had barely even crossed her mind at all. Until she saw him with his tongue down Maria's throat. That's when she lost it. Hope had speared Punk and punched his face. To her surprise, he fought back and they brawled in catering. Jeff tried to break them apart but ended up getting sucked into the fight when he saw Punk slap Hope. Finally, Vince grabbed the two men by their shirt collars while he ordered the Big Show to contain Hope. Needless to say, the boss wasn't happy. He ordered the three to his office and they obeyed.

Vince yelled for about an hour. The bottom line was that he understood that Hope was hurt but if caught any of them brawling again, they'd be fired on the spot. He dismissed them from his office, but asked Hope to remain behind. She feared the worst, preparing herself for something terrible. Hope eased up when Vince said that he wanted to discuss her plans for Summerslam. When she'd finally gotten out of Vince's office, Punk was waiting for her. He gripped her by the waist, pressing her body against the wall.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" Hope yelled.

"Please, Hope," Punk begged. "Talk to me. Let me explain."

"Explain what? Were you drunk, Mr. Straight Edge? Didn't think so."

"You're not being fair."

"Just stay away from me, Phil. I don't wanna see you again."

Hope kicked Punk in the shin before storming off. She was done with dealing with him. She stormed into the Diva's locker room, pushing past Kelly and Maryse. The other divas scattered out the way, all except Natalya. After being drafted to Smackdown, Hope had befriended Natalya instantly. But, right now, her friend couldn't calm her down. She was just so angry. It didn't help that Maria had just entered the locker room as well. Maria said nothing to Hope, not wanting to cause a fight. She'd been replaced by Natalya and that was something she had to accept. Maria already knew that John wouldn't be able to convince Hope to forgive her. She'd have to do that on her own.

* * * * *

Summerslam had finally rolled around and Melina was in the ring, eagerly awaiting her opponent. They hadn't told her who she was versing, just that it was for the Women's Championship. Melina assumed that it would be Gail Kim, considering that she was set to return that week on Smackdown. Or perhaps it was Natalya, one of the more deserving Divas. Melina knew for sure that it was Kelly Kelly or Alicia Fox. Those two girls couldn't wrestle to save their lives. Melina's smile faded when she heard the intro to Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry. She knew exactly whose music that was.

Hope headed down the ramp, an evil smile on her lips. Tonight was the night for her revenge. Melina had cost her the Women's Championship and now she was going to get it back. Referee Mike Chioda stepped between the two women right after Hope got into the ring. Moments later, he signaled for the bell and the match began. Hope let all of her anger and frustration out on Melina. Every hit, every DDT was for how badly Punk and Maria. If she wasn't allowed to beat the hell out of Punk, she'd beat the hell out of Maria. Hope made the mistake of taking a breather and Melina capitalized. Melina hit Hope with a springboard face buster followed by a body scissors takedown, hoping that would do the job.

But, it didn't. Hope kicked out at the very last second and hit Melina with a DDT. She climbed to the top rope and dropped an elbow on Melina before hooking her leg. Much to Hope's satisfaction, she didn't kick out before the three count was up. Referee Mike Chioda handed Hope the championship belt and raised her arm in victory. Melina glared at Hope, holding the back her neck in pain as she got out of the ring.

* * * * *

"Jeff, can I talk to you?" Matt asked.

Jeff managed to tear his eyes away from Hope's match when he heard his brother's voice. He just couldn't think of anything other than how to get Hope. Sure, it would be a little easier now without Punk in the picture. But, she was still hurting and he was too afraid to rush into things. Jeff just needed to find that middle ground and make Hope come to him. He was sure that she still had some feelings for him. He could see it in her eyes. Thanks to Punk, she assumed that he'd hurt her too.

"Jeff," Matt repeated.

"What?" Jeff looked. "Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?"

"There's something I have to tell you."

"Which is…?"

"After Hope told me that Punk cheated on her, we slept together."

"What?!"

"Look, she was desperate and, well, I was willing."

Jeff didn't know what to say. He didn't want to know that his brother had slept with the girl he desired. It was high on the list of things he didn't want to hear. Jeff just stared at his brother in shock. He honestly didn't believe that Matt could take advantage of Hope while she was desperate. Matt half expected Jeff to lash out at him or start screaming. Maybe all of that would come later when this all sank in for Jeff. Hurting Jeff and taking advantage of Hope had never been Matt's intentions that night. One thing just led to another and it couldn't be controlled.

* * * * *

Hope had left the arena before anyone and headed back to the hotel alone. She promised Natalya that she'd come out later on. But, at the moment, she needed to be alone. Hope locked herself in the bathroom, flicking on the lights. She sat the brown paper on the sink and pulled out a pregnancy test. She'd been feeling sick a lot lately and couldn't figure out why. When Natalya jokingly said that Hope's symptoms sounded like the morning sickness that went hand in hand with being pregnant, she'd freaked out. Peeing on the stupid stick wasn't what bothered her. It was waiting for the results that drove her insane. After what seemed like forever, Hope checked the results. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She jumped when she heard knocking on the door.

"Hope, are you okay in there?" Matt called.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a sec," Hope replied, shoving the pregnancy test into the garbage.

A/N: Dun dun DUN! Had to leave a cliffhanger. Don't worry. I don't think I have any cliffhangers left. Reviews make me happy. xD