"I still don't see why you are doing this." Amy Hardy said as she and her husband Matt pulled up in front of the prison entrance.

Matt sighed as he pushed a lever and his seat lowered. "It's his birthday Amy. Dad went and saw him earlier today. I need to see him too."

"You said last time he wouldn't even talk to you. Matt this is the guy who broke your back." She reminded him.

"I know but he's still my brother."

He grabbed Amy's hand. "Are you sure you don't want to come in?"

"No. I don't want to ever see that man again." She said. "I've got some errands to run. We need a few more things before we leave for London."

They both got out of the car. Amy watched Matt wheel his way to the entrance of the prison before getting behind the wheel. She made a few adjustments of the mirror. She almost didn't miss pedals though it had taken some getting used to.

Matt watched her drive away before hitting the wheelchair button and waited for the door to open.

He wheeled up to the first desk.

"I'm here to see Jeff Hardy. My name's Matt Hardy I called earlier today."

The man looked at his list and then said, "follow me."

They went down until they arrived at the bank of phones where visitors could talk to the inmates.

Ten minutes later Jeff Hardy was led into the room. That's an improvement. Matt thought. Last time he was there Jeff would not see him.

Jeff picked up the receiver.

"Happy birthday."

Silence.

"Dad said he came here earlier today."

More silence.

"They didn't let him give you a piece of cake." Matt went on. "Probably thought it had a way to get out." Not that their dad would have done so. His father, Gilbert, like Amy had told Matt he shouldn't visit Jeff. "So how are…"

"Why are you here?" Jeff finally asked.

"I wanted to talk to you." Matt said forcing a smile.

"You shouldn't be here. I didn't want to see you but the guard made me. I guess he feels compassion towards cripples."

Matt blanched inwardly but he still said, "Jeff you are still my brother. I forgave you for what you did."

"Why?" Jeff asked. "I'm the one who knocked you off of the ladder. You could have been killed. Now you are stuck in a wheelchair. You shouldn't feel like you owe me anything."

"Why did you knock me off of the ladder?" He had his suspicions but he wanted to know.

"Why not? I was tired of being in your shadow. You know what? Amy was right that night. I was jealous of you. You and Amy dated for years before you got married. The one girl I really loved dumped me and married Jeff Jarrett. Your career was going well."

"I was getting beat up every week." Matt interjected with a smile.

"Yeah but you and Amy were leaving."

"How did…"

"I found the contract in your bag that one night I borrowed a roll of tape. The McMahon's gave me a way of taking you out and I jumped on it. You still ended up better off. You are in charge of production in WCW. Before I ended up here, I was doing commentary. Commentary. After all that and I didn't get anything out of it." He snorted. "You get a broken back and direction to your career and I'm the one who ended up worse off."

"Jeff I wasn't even going to go to WCW as a wrestler." Matt said with a sigh. "I wanted to do something else. You are right though. I could have gotten killed. I could have hurt Al Snow and Michael Cole if they hadn't moved. If I hadn't landed on the guardrail, I might have landed on a fan. If I hit in a certain way I could have broken my neck instead of my back." He sighed. This wasn't really going the way he wanted it to.

"Yeah I know." Jeff said and started to hang up the phone.

"Jeff you are right. I have every right to be mad at you and I'm sure you think you have every right to be mad at me but there's a reason I'm here. I want to try to mend whatever's wrong with us. For years I had no idea that you had intentionally knocked me off of the ladder. I had always thought it was some kind of accident since no one really saw what happened. My career and life changed forever that night but I don't hate you."

"Then get me out of here."

"I can't do that."

Jeff slammed the phone down.

Matt watched the guard lead him away with a heavy heart. He rolled out of the room and out of the building. He found Amy waiting for him.

"So how did it go?" She asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." He said getting behind the wheel.

"He wouldn't talk to you would he?"

"Not really." He said and left it at that.