Chapter 7

Author's Note: I'm baaaaack! I'm so sorry it's taken this long to update! I have been so busy with uni that it's not even funny. So I decided to post something to cheer me up after two awful exams. I would just like to thank you all for reading and reviewing so far!

I know I usually post this at the bottom but seen as its been a while I thought I'd post it here instead.

This is going to be random but after re-reading the last few chapters I noticed that with Rob and Jeff (this was unintentional but trust me it's not a bad thing) had a wee somethin-somethin going on or so to speak. Now, I'm not against slash but I kinda liked the whole crush thing and was wondering what you guys thought? This is gonna focus on Trish and Dwayne but Rob/Jeff would have made a hot couple 10 years ago...not that they're not attractive now its just Jeff's put the beef on and attacks himself with face paint and Rob's just Rob he hasn't changed much just gotten older!

Anyway, let me know if thats a good or bad idea. I will update after the 20th cause that's when I'm free!

At 6.30 the following morning, the hotel was quiet. The majority of the wrestlers were either still asleep or packing or getting an early breakfast. The next show was Smackdown which wasn't until Friday (A.N. I think if I remember correctly it may have been on Thursday nights but I'll stick with Fridays.) and was taking place in Washington so there was plenty of time for the rosters to travel to the next show.

Jeff Hardy was dead to the world. He was lying face first on his pillow, his body sprawled all over his bed. One arm hung limply over the side of the bed. He had a small smile on his face and was lightly snoring. All in all he was having a peaceful slumber.

The door to his room silently clicked opened and the intruder shuffled his way inside. He quietly shut the door with his free hand and stood still, not breathing for a moment, Jeff stirred slightly but did not wake up. A grin broke out on the man's face. So far so good. He took a breath to calm himself. He had plotted this since about 5am this morning and he wasn't going to let anything ruin this for him.

You think you so funny Jeff. Actin' all smart like that. Well lets see how funny you find this. Jeff was now within arms reach.

The man raised his left hand which held a glass of ice cold water (he had spent a good 10 minutes running the cold water to ensure it was as cold as possible). An evil glint glistened in his eye as he slowly tipped it over and watched the first few drops spill into Jeff's bare back.

Jeff's eyes snapped open as the water made contact with his skin. He shot out of bed, about 10 feet into the air.

"SONOFABITCH!" He yelled in fright and his head swivelled round so he came face to face with assailant for

the first time.

"What the fuck man?" Jeff spluttered as the man continued to pour the rest of the cold water all over him. "What the hell? You fucking asshole!" Jeff cursed and swatted the glass away from his hand. Which thumped onto the carpet and surprisingly didn't break.

"Oh...I'm sorry, I have no idea what came over me!" The man chuckled. "I must have taken something last night or maybe, maybe I'm just acting all crazy...crazy like you!" He finished the last part with a slightly angrier tone and his face was inches from Jeff's.

Jeff just stared dumbfounded at his older brother. "Matthew Moore Hardy you have fucking lost your mind."

"What is going on with you and RVD?" Matt spat at his brother.

Wow, talk about getting straight to the point. "You know what?" Jeff chuckled at his brother as he got up from the bed and moved his wet hair from his face. "You're right, you are crazy." He pushed his brother aside and headed for the bathroom.

"Swear on Momma's grave." Matt replied not taking his eyes off his brother.

Jeff frowned then turned his attention back to his brother. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Matt said as he folded his arms. "I want you to swear to me on your dead mother's grave that you are not involved with Rob fucking Van Dam and that the two times I managed to see you together was just some weird coincidence."

"What the hell is that? 'Dead mother's grave' (he imitated his brother-badly) She's hardly gonna be alive and need a grave now is she?" Jeff hit back and couldn't help but grin at his own wittiness.

Matt didn't know he managed it-maybe he was too pissed to laugh- but he kept his face as serious as possible. "Don't act the funny cunt, answer me Nero...right now or so help me I'll-" Matt made a move towards his younger brother.

"Kick my ass."Jeff rolled his eyes which stopped his brother from moving. "Its been the same thing since I've been 12 Matty." Jeff's eyes softened and he put his hand on his heart.

"I swear to you, I am not involved with Rob. The hell that means, I don't know but if you think I am gonna betray Vince and jump ship to the Alliance then yeah, I guess you are crazy." Jeff replied truthfully.

I'm not lying cause I'm not gonna jump ship, I'm just getting info that could potentially protect one of my best friends. The hell does he mean involved? Wait does he think? Well its not as if he's ugly and those costumes leave nothing to the imagination...

"I believe you." Matt said simply.

Jeff was snapped out of his trance. He blushed slightly which made the elder Hardy frown at him once more.

"Sorry! I dozed off..." Matt looked at him. "What? It's not even 7am! You can't look at me like that, you sneak into people's hotel rooms with glasses of water to soak them so if anyone should be getting a look its you!"

Matt rolled his eyes at his brother and muttered something under his breath which Jeff figured was something along the lines of 'dumbass shit'.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Jeff nodded. "You believe me, now am I free to go shower and get ready or is Amy waiting outside to interrogate me further?" He finished with a smirk.

"The flight's at 2pm. You better be ready for 12pm or we'll go without you." Matt ignored the last comment Jeff made.

Oh I know you will Matty, you'd love to do that, it's written all over your face.

"12pm..." Jeff began and pretended to think. "Yep, I reckon I should be ready by then." His accent got thicker and he shot his brother a grin.

Matt counted to ten in his head. "Good." "You remember what I said." Matt warned him as he made his way to the door.

Jeff didn't reply he watched his brother turn the door knob. "Oh Matty?" He called out sweetly.

Matt turned and frowned once more this time in confusion. "What is it now?"

"You owe me breakfast." Jeff stated with a smile before wandering into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Matt rolled his eyes and shut the door.

"Did you get everything sorted out? Or did you resort to soaking your brother?" A voice called out.

Matt turned to come face to face with his smiling girlfriend who was still dressed in her nightgown. Her face was a picture of amusement.

"How did you know I was here?" He asked confused. She was fast asleep when he left.

Amy didn't reply as they made their way back to their room down the hall. She simply put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

"Next time you wanna go and seek revenge on... what did you call him?" She squinted to read the messy writing on the paper. "Your dumbass of a retarded asshole brother, you might wanna reconsider writing it down...just in case oh I don't know you need an alibi or something." She finished with a grin.

Matt rolled his eyes and playfully grabbed the note out of her hand. "I'll keep that in mind."He muttered as she opened the door.

"You didn't kill him did you?" Amy asked turning to face him, a slight look of worry on her face.

Matt chuckled as he shut the door. "No Ames, unfortunately not."

Meanwhile, in Trish Stratus' room the morning was a quiet one. She was still asleep, although the drugs must have been beginning to wear off as she felt the all too familiar pain twinge in her spine.

I guess the whole it was just a dream thing was wishful thinking. The blonde thought as she stirred in the bed.

Her eyes opened and she frowned as she felt something around her waist. She moved her head to the side and couldn't help but smile when she saw him, his eyes shut, lying on his stomach with one arm under his pillow and the other currently draped protectively around her waist.

"I'm just resting." He mumbled sleepily

Trish grinned it was as if he had sensors that went off whenever she moved. "Sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't." He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her. "I've been awake on and off since 5.30. How's the back?" He asked still remaining in the same position.

"Starting to hurt again." The blonde admitted wincing slightly. "After I take my medication I should be all right." She added with a small smile.

They stared at each other for a moment. Then Dwayne slowly removed his arm. "Sorry." He muttered with a sheepish smile.

Trish coughed and got herself into a sitting position. "It's okay, honestly, it's not the first time you've done it." She said softly then looked away.

Why do I have to act like such a bitch to him? He left me I get it but surely I have to let it go and move on! How can I learn to love him again if I keep dragging up the past?

"I'll um, just get your medicine." Dwayne mumbled, his cheeks turning a slight red as he hastily got up from the bed. "I uh, left it in the bathroom...be right back." He added and quickly made his way into the bathroom.

When the door shut behind him Trish stared at the ceiling and slapped a frustrated hand on her face. Dwayne wandered to the sink and gripped the basin in anger and looked at his reflection.

"Idiot!" They both groaned.

It might not happen overnight but somehow, just somehow Trish and Dwayne both knew that they could get past this and hopefully become a couple again.

Later that day, about 11.45am, Matt, Amy, Dwayne and Trish were waiting in the hotel lobby for Jeff.

"I swear to God if he doesn't move his ass..." Matt growled as he checked his watch for what felt like the umpteenth time.

Amy rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and patted his shoulder. "Will you relax, he's on his way down."

"Ames is right, you know Jeff" Trish agreed with a small smile.

Matt just looked at the two woman but didn't say anything. He didn't need to because 2 minutes later the elevator's doors opened to reveal Jeff, dressed casually in a white wife beater, dark blue jeans. His hoodie as draped over his suitcase. He had a pair of sunglasses on his head. He only noticed Matt- it was pretty hard not to miss him with that look on his face...total frustration.

"Glad you could join us." Matt muttered as Jeff strolled up beside him.

"You said 12pm remember? Oh, thanks for my breakfast this morning big brother." Jeff replied squishing his brothers face.

Matt shoved him away and grinned for the first time at him. "Yeah, yeah...oh, Trish and Dwayne decided to tag along with us... that okay with you?"

Jeff's stomach lurched. He turned and saw them for the first time. Trish beamed and waved at him. Dwayne smiled and nodded.

They weren't with us at breakfast...I thought they left early. This is not good. Jeff forced a smile on his

face. He couldn't let them know what was wrong.

"Why wouldn't it be?" "The more the merrier." He enthused, hoping to God they bought his false happy act.

"Great!" Amy clapped her hands in delight. "Now can be haul ass and go? I would like to leave Kentucky on a high note and not have to deal with any of those Alliance dicks right now."

"I'm with her there." Dwayne replied as they made their way to the entrance of the hotel.

"Wow...that's something I never thought I'd see or hear...you actually agreeing with something Amy said!" Trish teased as she walked with him and Jeff. Dwayne had her been adamant that he was taking her bags along with his.

Dwayne smiled at her and Trish felt her heart flutter. Stop it!

"Well don't get used to it. Once this is all over I'm sure things will go back to normal." Dwayne replied with a grin. He was referring to his and Amy's rocky relationship. Even before he left, they always seemed to have more disagreements rather than agreements. He was also hinting that he and Trish could go back to how they were.

Jeff couldn't look at them. How they could laugh and joke and act normal when they had no idea what Shane McMahon was plotting. Jeff felt his unease grow. Was Rob being serious? Or was this part of Shane's plan to get Trish within his grasp.

He seemed so sincere last night. But he's like me, a wrestler he's a good actor, I mean look at his promos...He could be playing me along.

"You don't mind sitting in the middle do you? I can sit there if you don't want to..."

Jeff wasn't even aware Trish was speaking to him.

"Huh?" He stared at her. "Sorry Trish I was miles away."

"More like he was thinking about someone." Dwayne joked causing Trish to playfully hit his arm.

Ding ding ding, we have a winner. You have no idea how worried I am for you my friend.

"Hey! I'm carrying your bags and gave you medicine! That is no way to treat someone who helps a sick woman." Dwayne replied over dramatically.

"Oh shut up!" Trish rolled her eyes. They were now near Matt's rental car.

"No, seriously though. Is it all right for me to sit at a window seat?" Trish asked Jeff softly and winced as her back hurt again.

"Now who's being over dramatic?" Dwayne quipped which earned him the finger.

Jeff smiled at them. It was just like old times. "It's fine with me Trish, it just means you two won't be able to have some back seat lovin'."

Trish's face went bright red while Dwayne just laughed. Matt grinned at his brother as he unlocked the car.

Amy shook her head at the younger Hardy. "You can be such an ass sometimes!"

"Oh, they know I'm just teasing!" Jeff joked as they packed their cases in the car. Even though he was still uneasy, he was determined not to let Shane McMahon or his cronies ruin his life.

They got in the car and made their way to the airport. Matt turned the radio on and the five fell into general chatter.

While they were driving Jeff's thoughts once more returned to Rob. I need to be sure he's 100% truthful. I can't risk believing him then he goes all Judas on my ass. Right that's it, on Friday I'm getting my proof he's telling the truth. If I still believe him then I'll tell the others.

Jeff had made his decision. That was it. No going back. He just hoped he wasn't leaving it until the last minute.

A.N. Apologies if it was too short but I basically wrote this out the top of my head and finished it just now at like 1.20am so hopefully its ok!

xXxArwenxXx