Amy: Well, I did it. I managed to upload a fic for the first time in... 3 years

Jeff: Yea, and you just had to do it with me and my brother

Matt: It's what happens when you get a fangirl who like to write

Amy: Quit making fun of me or I'll throw you to the fangirls

Matt 'n Jeff: oO Please don't

Amy: Then without further ado, I present my fic: Dreaming of a Storm

Jeff: What a dumb title.

Amy:throws Jeff to the fangirls: It was the best I could come up with.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fic except the plot line. WWE owns the wrestling stuff, and the artists own the songs. I just wish I owned the Hardys. Then I'd be happy.

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The rain fell in sheets onto the ground outside. Thunder cracked in the sky, the sound of it as loud as a tree falling. He knew the storm was close now. Jeff sighed as he stared out of the window, the almost rhythmic beating of the rain allowing his mind to wander. Two earbuds were in his ears, and Hating Hollywood by Theory of a Deadman has just started playing. It was no more than a dull roar in his head as he stared into the deep ebony abyss of the night. There were too many things on his mind right now, and he was glad for the break from the testosterone and excitement that went along with being in a WWE wrestler. With as much as what was on his mind right now… he was just glad to be given the chance to take a breath and rest.

His back was still hurting from last Monday's match. It had been a No-Disqualification match for the WWE Championship, and he had done a Swanton Bomb from a 15-foot ladder onto Cena. He heard the cries of joy, shock, and anger in the fans as he had somehow managed to hold The Champ long enough for the 3-count to win. Unfortunately, the suicidal move had hurt something in his back. In truth, he hadn't really been paying attention when the trainers and the on-call doctor were examining him. He just knew that it meant that he was gonna be out of action for three weeks, and, in truth, he was glad. It was exactly what he needed. Especially after what had happened with his brother Matt after the show. As he started to replay the event in his head again, In the Air Tonight by Nonpoint started to play in his ears. A soft smile creped across his lips as the memory started up.

Matt walked into the room and toward the table his brother was laying on. Jeff's face was a mask of pain, though he tried to hide it. He knew his older brother worried about him constantly, thanks to his high-flying style, and tonight was no different. 'Except,' Jeff thought 'Something's different. Something's wrong with Matt.' A look of worry melded with the pain that was already stuck on his face. "Hey Matty, is there something wrong?" The injured man grunted out, although his back was feeling as if it were on fire and being stabbed, a hint of humor was mixed when he said his brothers name. Matt said nothing; he merely pulled a chair up next to the younger sibling and sat down, his eyes betraying mixed emotions. "Matt?" Jeff said softly, trying to find out what was bothering him "Are you-" He was cut off by Matt putting one of his slender digits on Jeff's lips. A gentle smile crossed the older brothers' lips. He reached out with other arm and stroked his younger brother's hair, the sweat from his sweat-covered palms leaving the long, multicolored hair gleaming. 'This isn't like Matt…' he thought, able to feel the love and caring that his brother had for him.

But, this was a different kind of love. Jeff didn't know how he knew it, but he did. "Jeff, god… that was some stupid shit you pulled out there." Matt said, his hand tentatively reaching out to touch his younger brother's cheek. The younger sibling looked up into his elder's eyes, as the slender digits brushed across his cheek. He couldn't speak… he couldn't figure out what was happening. There was something wrong…

"Well… I know they're coming to take you to the hospital soon, so I just came into tell you Congratulations on wining the title…" He smiled and leaned his head forward towards Jeff. "Thanks br-"He was cut short by the older boy's supple lips pressed firmly against his own. The kiss was short; it lasted only a few seconds, although it seemed like much longer. Just after Matt had pulled his head away the doors swung open and a paramedic came in with a stretcher to take Jeff to the hospital. The younger man's head was swirling; he barley heard his brother tell him that he would visit him the following Tuesday.

Well, tomorrow would prove if his brother would come and visit him or not. He pulled the earbuds out of his ears and looked back at a clock on a shelf. The digital readout blinked 1:36am. "Damn, I might as well try and get some sleep." He wandered down the hall of the house and into his room, peeling off all his clothing till he was wearing nothing more than his boxers. Slowly, and carefully, Jeff laid himself onto his bed, and pulled the covers tightly around his body. He stared into the dark at the ceiling, the sound of a medium-set ceiling fan turning and the rain the only noises around him, their rhythmic and blending sounds lulling him to sleep.

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Amy: Well, that's it for chapter one. I have the next few chapters written up, so I'll probably have them uploaded within the next few weeks.

Jeff: Lazy... you just want to wait to see if anyone will read this.

Matt:hugs: Jeff Now Jeff, be nice to her. If you're not I'll :whispers something into Jeff's ear:

Jeff:pouts: Fine... I'll be nice

Amy: oO Anyways, please click the purple box and review. If you found something wrong, please don't flame me, just tell me in a civil manner.