A/N: Holler stars and studs! It's 3:30 in the AM here and I've got a final at 10. I couldn't sleep until I posted this. Woo. So here it is. I'm thinking the cuteness with start next chapter. Maybe. Much love to Zay, I'mxAxRockstar, whitter23, Mandy, World's Biggest Jerichoholic, B0ttumofdabottle and Jeffismyhero1217 for their reviews! You peeps make my life! No lie! Read. Review. ENJOY! Peace and love!
NO OWNAGE: Wrestlers own themselves. Hatter owns Kellie. OWNAGE: Hope is mine.

Matt raised an eyebrow and Hope darted out of the bathroom. She shoved past him before he could ask what was wrong. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved into the bathroom. The older Hardy tossed his phone onto the sink. Well, he tried to. The phone ended up falling into the garbage. Matt reached down to grab it and that's when he saw it. The pregnancy test. Correction. The positive pregnancy test. Matt felt his heart jump into his throat. The test was obviously Hope's. No other female came into the room. He was the last person she slept with. This couldn't be happening.

But, it was. He saw it with his own eyes. John's voice calling out for Hope brought him back to reality. Matt left the bathroom, still trying to process what he'd just found out. Hope was pregnant with his kid. His kid. Not Punk's, not Jeff's. His. Matt was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize John had been talking to him. John gave Matt a curious look, wondering what was going on in his head.

"You okay?" John asked.

"Hope's pregnant," Matt replied.

John laughed. "Good one. You almost got me there."

"I'm not joking."

"You knocked up my best friend?!"

John's eyes went cold as he slapped Matt across the face. Hope was pregnant? He didn't want to believe it. Matt had gotten Hope pregnant. It didn't seem possible, but John knew that it was very possible. His best friend had gotten pregnant. As if Hope wasn't dealing with enough at the moment. John knew that Matt was in shock as well. Just that one little night with her and she was now carrying his child. Hope was probably freaking out. John didn't say a word as he left to go find her.

John knew exactly where'd she'd be. They were in Boston and he remembered where she'd go every time she was hurt. It was an old, abandoned house not too far from where they'd grown up. Hope was sitting on the tire swing when John approached her. She didn't look up as he stood before her. He knew. Hope wasn't exactly surprised. John always knew when something was wrong. She couldn't hide anything from him. It wasn't possible considering how well they knew each other.

"You're pregnant." The words were so foreign to John.

"Does Matt know?" Hope asked.

John nodded.

"What am I gonna do?"

"Tomorrow, you and I are going to see a doctor."

"Why?"

"The test could've been a false positive."

Hope knew that John had a point. She just didn't believe it. Punk cheated on her, she still loved Jeff and now she was pregnant with Matt's baby. How could things get any more complicated? Hope allowed John to pull her into his arms and rested her head against his chest. If she really was pregnant, what did that mean for her relationship with Jeff? She had a feeling that Jeff wouldn't take kindly to her carrying his brother's baby. Without a doubt, it would lead to another fight. Hope didn't want to think of the consequences, considering that losing Jeff was one of them.

* * * * *

Punk sat in one of the locker rooms, lacing up his boots. The other superstars paid him no mind. He was used to it by now. He hadn't slept in weeks, he hadn't eaten much either. Everything made him sick. Things would've been easier to deal with if he wasn't straight edge. He just wanted to be numb. Punk was a bit surprised that Jeff wasn't putting the moves on Hope yet. But, they were always together. Every time he saw Hope, Jeff followed moments later. They didn't speak at all now. Punk moved out of the locker room, annoyed by the cold stares he was getting. His eyes lit up when he spotted Kellie. He strode over to the girl, slinging his arm around her shoulder.

"What the fuck do you want?" Kellie snapped, shoving him away.

"Let me take you out for a drink," Punk grasped her waist.

Kellie broke away from Punk and punched him in the face. She scoffed before storming off. Punk held his jaw in pain, cursing to himself. That was stupid of him. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. Hope was everything to him and he'd lost her. Lately, he couldn't seem to do anything right. His matches were lackluster, he wasn't feeling well. It seemed that things had only gotten better for Hope. She'd dumped him and became Women's Champ again. Everything was going great for her. Where did that leave him? Alone. Hurt. Depressed. Punk didn't think that there was anything worth being happy about anymore. He should've been planning a wedding, not sulking around.

Punk looked up and saw John coming towards him. He looked angry. No. Worse than angry. Punk didn't even do anything. And then it hit him. Kellie was John's girlfriend. Just my luck. John didn't say a word when he approached Punk. He just punched the straight edge superstar in the face. He grabbed Punk by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall. John was so angry that his neck veins were popping out.

"You touch my girlfriend again and I'll beat the shit out of you," John spat.

"I didn't know she was your girlfriend!" Punk shot back.

"You stay away from Hope. She doesn't need you anymore."

"Mind your own damn business!"

Instead of punching him again, John stormed off. A cruel grin spread across Punk's lips. John and Kellie had inadvertently given him an idea to win Hope back. It was tactless, it was underhanded. But, it had to be done. Punk headed to find Adam Copeland, the one man that could help him. He remembered when Adam had drugged Kellie for Randy, all a plot that involved Jeff. Adam told him that he knew a guy that could get him a roofie before realizing what the straight edge superstar intended. Did he like that idea? Not at all. Sure, Adam did a lot of sleazy things. But, this was too much.

Punk wanted to drug Hope? It wasn't going to end well. Adam knew better than to cross the Hardys' women. He assumed that Punk knew better as well. Apparently he was wrong. Adam could already see that Punk was desperate. But, this wasn't the right way to go about things. This was going to make Hope hate him even more.

"You should really think twice about drugging Hope," Adam warned.

"You should think twice about minding your own business," Punk snapped.

* * * * *

John sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office, checking his watch. He wasn't sure how long Hope had been with the doctor. He was just grateful that no one had recognized them. If this were to hit the rumor sites, Hope would be even more devastated. When John looked up again, Hope was standing in front of him. She was biting on her bottom lip, holding out her hand to him. John grasped her small hand as she led him outside. He couldn't tell what the doctor said by the look on her face. Was she pregnant? Was everything okay? When they finally stopped at his car, Hope turned to him.

"Is everything okay?" John asked, concerned.

"I'm not pregnant," Hope replied.

"But, didn't you say that you were, uhm, late?"

"Doctor said that was because of all the stress I've been under."

John knew that stress was code for Punk cheating on her. Though she was smiling a lot more, he knew that it still affected her. He saw the way she looked at Punk when she passed him. John hated that she still loved him. The two drove back to the arena in silence, neither one wanting to talk. John knew that once he opened his mouth, he say something about Hope's feelings for Punk. He knew that would upset and that was the last thing he wanted. The two parted ways at the arena and Hope felt strong muscular arms surround her. Once she saw the tattoos, she knew it was Punk.

"What the hell do you want?" Hope snapped.

"Can we talk?" Punk asked.

"No. Stay away from me."

"Please, Hope. Let me take you out for a drink."

"Why? So you can get me drunk?"

"No. So you can see that you're perfect for me."

"Why can't you find someone else who's perfect for you?"

"Because no other girl in this world compares to you."

That was it. Hope was done. Punk's words were so sweet, so genuine. It took everything Hope had not to pull him into a kiss. She wanted to feel his lips on hers again, she wanted to take his lip ring between her teeth. Maybe forgiving him wouldn't be such a bad idea. No! Hope, get a grip! He cheated on you, remember? Just like that, Hope felt her anger returning. The bastard had cheated on her. She couldn't forgive him. At least not yet. That would take a lot of time. But, talking to him wouldn't be so bad, would it? Sure, Jeff wouldn't approve. Hope just wouldn't tell him.

"I guess I can come to the bar for like an hour," Hope shrugged.

"Great. I'll pick you up when the show's over," Punk replied.

The straight edge superstar grinned before pulling Hope into a kiss. With another grin, he headed in the opposite direction. He knew that Hope was being very generous when she said she'd stay for an hour. He figured she'd only give him five minutes. But, a cruel smile spread across his lips. He was going to get her back tonight whether she was willing or not. The cards were on the table and he knew exactly how to play them.

* * * * *

Punk waited in his car for about a half hour before Hope finally emerged from the arena. He grinned at the way her tight jeans hugged her hips and the way her Star Wars t-shirt clung loosely to her body. She looked so beautiful to him. He resisted the urge to kiss when she slid into the passenger's seat. Take it easy, Punk. Don't ruin this now. Stick to the plan. The ride to the bar was silent and Hope didn't even look at him. She faced the window, glancing at him only once. Punk could tell that she still loved him. The look in her eyes gave it away. She'd never stopped loving him.

Before Punk could even say a word, Hope asked for a martini. She looked up at her ex fiancé, her hand reaching for his. Their fingers entwined and Punk smiled to himself. This was easier than he thought. As they spoke a bit, Hope kept asking for drinks. He apologized for cheating on her, she said that didn't make things okay. He brought up her cheating on him with Jeff, Hope fired back saying that Punk knew she had feelings for Jeff. Everything Punk said, Hope countered. But, Punk wasn't giving up. The cards were still in his favor.

Hope excused herself to use the bathroom and Punk saw his opportunity. Without even thinking about, Punk lifted the roofie from his pocket and casually slipped it into Hope's drink. There. It was done. There was no turning back now. Hope joined him once more, flashing him that cute little smile of hers. Punk returned her smile, but his was much more evil. Hope finished the last of her martini and started going on about how she couldn't trust him anymore. Her words pained him. Trust was a big thing to Hope. Once you lost her trust, that was it. Punk prayed that he'd be the only exception to that. In the middle of a sentence, Hope stopped speaking. She looked like she was getting dizzy and Punk knew that meant the drug was kicking in. Hope lost her balance and Punk quickly caught her before she fell off the bar stool.

"Are you okay?" Punk asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"I feel really dizzy," Hope whispered.

"C'mon, I'll take you back to the hotel. We can talk some other time."

Hope nodded before collapsing in his arms. True to his word, Punk brought her back to the hotel. But, he brought her back to his room. This was his chance and he wasn't going to let it fly by. Hope would be his again. Punk gently placed Hope on the bed, quickly getting on top of her. She ordered him to take her to her suite, but he just left kisses all over her face. Hope kept going in and out of consciousness as she tried to push Punk away. Her body was too weak to move and her eyelids felt so heavy.

"Shh," Punk whispered. "Baby, I won't hurt you."

"Punk," Hope managed. "Stop…please."

Punk sat up, pulling off her shirt. His hands roamed freely around her breasts as she failed to swat him away. Her hands moved to his chest, trying to push him away. He grinned, knowing that she was too weak to fight back. Punk's lips came crashing down against hers as he unzipped her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles. Hope whimpered for him to stop before succumbing to the roofie. Punk's lips continued to move around her unconscious, his hands feeling all the familiar places. It sick, it was demented, it was twisted. But, to him, it was the only way.

A/N: Techinally, this isn't a cliffhanger. Technically. Review. :D