AN: An update, finally! You can all thank Ashura77's newest chapter to Abyssus Abyssum Invocat?as my inspiration for this chapter!
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"I fucking hate blueberry pancakes now."

Adam looked at Jeff who flipped the last of three dozen he was supposed to make, "I don't know who sent this, but whoever it was they don't know that you don't know how to make pancakes"

"I don't know about that, Adam. These are pretty good." Mark said, grabbing one of the extras.

"I just want that belt back. I don't know how I let it out of my sight."

"Cool down, Jeff. After this you'll get it back."

Adam laughed. "Yeah, right after you go downstairs and humiliate yourself, it'll be all over and done."

Jeff gave Adam a scowl and then one to Mark, who started laughing too.

"Fuck you guys, man."

When Jeff had his pancakes packed up and was wearing what the letter had listed as 'appropriate', he made his way down to the lobby of the hotel to give away the pancakes.

By the time the person who sent the letter to Jeff had shown up, Jeff was almost out of pancakes and was completely embarrassed by the entire locker room snapping pictures and taking videos of him asking people if they'd like to try his mighty tasty flapjacks. The letter said that Jeff would know who the kidnapper would be, so Jeff kept a close eye and ear on everyone around him.

"...to bad he doesn't have the title on him, why would he do this without the belt?" one wrestler said to Shelton.

"Fucking Chris!" Jeff mumbled as he gave his tray of pancakes to Shelton and grabbed Chris' arm.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? This isn't funny!" Jeff yelled at him, dragging him to the elevator.

Chris laughed and tried to get his arm free of Jeff's grip, "Oh come on, Jeff. You know this is funny."

"Where the fuck is it, Chris?" Jeff yelled as they waited for the elevator doors to open.

"In my room, it's safe, don't worry." Chris said, trying to calm Jeff down.

"Shut the fuck up, Chris."

"Hey, calm the fuck down, Jeff. It was a joke, so let go of me already." Chris yelled back, yanking his arm free as they walked into the elevator.

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As the elevator was making it up to their floor, Mark and Adam had decided that Jeff had been gone too long so they were going to try and find out what had been going on. They walked towards the elevator and heard the ding of the doors opening, then saw Jeff on top of Chris, trying to punch his face into the ground. Mark rushed over and caught Jeff's fist and pulled him out of the elevator, Adam followed by helping Chris up to his feet and into the hallway.

"What the hell is your problem, Jeff?" Chris said, wiping a few drops of blood from his lip.

"Adam, will you take him to your room, please. I'll be there in a minute. After I get this one settled down." Mark asked and Adam nodded as they started walking to his room.

"No, I want by fucking property back!" Jeff yelled, trying to get out of Mark's grip.

"You'll get it back, Jeff. Right now you need to get your ass back into the room and calmed down." Mark said, loosening his grip, but making sure Jeff knew it would be dumb to try anything.

"Fuck you," was Jeff's response, not daring to try anything else.

Mark walked Jeff back to their room and slammed the door shut.

"What in the hell did you think you were doing? What happened?" Mark yelled.

Jeff sat on the couch with a scowl on his face while Mark waited for an answer.

"He made me look like an idiot, Mark! He has my belt. What if Vince got wind of what happened? I'm screwed. All Chris thought about was getting a good fucking laugh out of it."

Mark sighed and sat on the coffee table in front of Jeff, "I know this whole situation has got to be tough on you, and I know that with the withdrawal and whatever else you are and will be going through has just as much to do with the little beating you gave him, but Jeff, that's they type of stuff that's going to piss Vince off, not a little rib."

Jeff shook his head and turned away from Mark. "Fine. Brood all you want. I'm right, you're wrong. We'll leave it at that."

"Screw you, Mark." Jeff said.

Mark chuckled, "That's okay, kid. Yell and swear all you want, but I still care about you and want to see you get through this mess in one piece." With that, Mark got up and walked into the bedroom.

"I'm going to go see how Chris is doing. Make sure you didn't give him too bad of a beat down."

Jeff stood and met Mark at the door, "I'm sorry, Mark." he said.

"Yeah, well, can you do me a favor and stay put until I get back?" he asked, Jeff nodded.

"Mark, I, uh, I'm trying." Jeff said, taking Mark's hand in his. "It probably doesn't seem like it with all of my mistakes, but I am trying. Thank you for helping me." Jeff took a deep breathe and leaned to press his lips against Mark's.

For a few moments, Mark let all the feelings rush back to him and enjoy Jeff's lips against his. Once he felt Jeff's hand on his hip and slip under his shirt, he had to push himself away.

"What's wrong?" Jeff asked.

"This. We can't do this, this is a mistake, Jeff." Mark answered, looking for his room key.

Jeff snorted, "another mistake? Great."

Mark sighed and looked at Jeff, "Look Jeff, we'll talk about this when I get back okay?"

"Whatever, man. Nevermind." Jeff said, slumping back onto the couch. "I thought this is what you fucking wanted."

"Jeff..." Mark stumbled on what words to say, "it is, it's just that....fuck. I don't know."

"'It's just' Jeff made another fucking mistake. I got it. Thanks." Jeff said, playing with his cell phone, not wanting to look at Mark.

"No, that's not what I meant. We'll talk about this when I get back, okay?"

"Whatever." Jeff said, getting up and going into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

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Knock.

"Hey, Mark. Jeff okay?" Adam asked, letting Mark into the room.

Mark chuckled, "yeah, something like that."

Adam gave Mark a weird look, and then followed him where he sat next to Chris.

"Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Chris asked.

"How's your lip?" Mark asked.

"It's fine, Mark. What's going on?" he asked again.

Mark sighed and sat back in his chair and glanced at Adam.

"I didn't say anything. I didn't know how you wanted to handle this."

"Look Chris, Jeff's in bad shape right now. And he's a little on edge."

"Yeah, no shit." Chris said, checking his lip again. "Is he still messing with the drugs or what?"

"Yeah," Mark said, "He's been off for about a week and a half, but his withdrawal and detox is just kicking in. I believe you were the victim of his 'agitation' stage, and he pretty much lost it with you."

"Well, if I'd known, I would have never taken his belt." Chris joked. "How's Vince taking it?"

"Up the ass," Adam chimed in making the other two guys laugh.

"That'd be right," Mark added, "he's on the brink of losing his patience with the kid."

"He was ready to fire him, but Hunter was able to convince him otherwise." Adam said.

"Shit. Well, I guess I can forgive the kid. He probably thinks i'm the devil for making him look like an ass out there and maybe costing him his job." Chris said, standing up.

"No, he's mostly mad at himself, he just likes taking it out on everyone else around him." Mark joked.

"Alright, well, my lips are sealed. I'll talk to him in a few days, when he's cooled down a little. Let him know he can come to me when he's tired of you pricks." Chris said, as he made his way to the door. "I'll go get his belt."

When Chris had brought the belt back to Adam's room, the three men talked for a few more minutes and then Mark's cell phone rang with a text. He looked down at his phone and saw that it was from Jeff.

I'm feeling really stupid here by myself, do you think you can get back here already?

Mark sighed and said he needed to get back. They said goodbye and Mark made his way back to his own room, Jeff's title in his hands. He opened the door to the room and laid his key card on the table and then walked into the bedroom where Jeff was sitting cross legged.

Mark held up the belt, "found something."

Jeff gave him a half smile, "thanks, Mark."

"I don't want you to get upset, but I told Chris about what's going on." Mark said, handing Jeff the title, who just put it on the bedside table.

"Yeah, I figured you would." he said, looking down at his hands in his lap. "How's his lip?"

"He's fine."

"What did he say when you told him?" Jeff said, afraid of what the answer would be.

Mark took a seat on his own bed, facing Jeff, "he said he'd call you in a few days."

"He wasn't mad or anything?" Jeff said, looking at Mark.

"No. We're not mad at you, Jeff, we just want to see you get better."

Jeff nodded his head, "yeah, no more mistakes, right?"

Mark moved from where he was seated to sit on Jeff's bed.

"Jeff, when I said that, that's not what I meant." he started.

"Then what did you mean?" Jeff asked.

"I meant that us doing that would be a mistake." Mark said, turning to look at Jeff.

Jeff shook his head, "but that's what you wanted before? You don't love me anymore or what?"

Mark immediately turned to completely face Jeff, "don't say that, Jeff, you know that's far from the truth."

"Then what?" Jeff asked.

"Weren't you the one who wanted our..." Mark chuckled because he wasn't sure what to call it, "...relationship to be over and done with?"

Jeff just looked at Mark and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know that this is exactly what you want, just what happened in the moment, but I'm saying it can't happen because if it were, it would just be another thing to share your attention with." Mark said, taking a breathe to figure out how he could explain without causing any more damage. "Our number one focus is to make sure you're healthy, and I don't want this to take away from what's most important."

Jeff just lowered his head in his hands.

"Jeff, if..." Mark knew what he wanted to say, but was afraid to reopen the wound, "if... this is still what you want when you're better, than we can talk about it then. But until then... maybe this isn't going to work out the way I thought it would, so maybe you and Adam should start..."

"No!" Jeff interrupted.

"Jeff, if what happened earlier is what you wanted to happen or not, I liked it. I miss doing that with you. I miss having you the way I used to have you. I miss knowing you love me and actually enjoy being around me and... I miss being with you like we were." Mark said, letting his head fall.

Jeff mumbled, "like before you left me for your family?"

"What was that?" Mark asked, not catching what was said.

Jeff just shook his head.

"I miss us, Jeff. And if what we had isn't hanging over you, it's hanging over me. So maybe i'm not the best person to help you this time."

"No," Jeff said again, reaching over to place his hand on Mark's knee.

"I need you, Mark. No one else, please. Don't leave me again." Jeff pleaded.

Mark put a hand over Jeff's and pulled him into a tight embrace.

...again?

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Oh and Chris = Chris Jericho, in case you didn't realise it. lol