A/N- Okay, i'm working on the next chapter of Breaking, I'm just distracted from it for the moment. It's already almost done, I'm just trying to think up an ending. So, I was listening to Guns N' Roses, and this story, like, just popped into my head. It might not make complete sense to you, it was just a way of getting my head cleared a bit and shoving off my musi for a little. :)

Title: You Ain't The First.

Author: Hearts Desire

Matt Hardy slowly uncurled from his sleeping position on the bed and felt around it, finding it empty. The sheets were cold, so the occupant had gotten up a while before. He sighed, finally opening his eyes and looking around the room.

"Shannon? What're you doing up already?" he grogged, his voice clouded with sleep.

Shannon slowly looked up from where he was sitting. He was on a chair, his knees pulled up close to him and his chin resting on the caps. He was in silk pajama bottoms, his feet bare, toes curled onto the underside of the seat. He sighed, shifting slightly.


Shannon sighed again, getting up and headed over to the bed, his feet padding against the shag carpet. He sat in the empty spot on the bed, looking at Matt for just a moment, before diverting his eyes to the blankets.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Shannon took another long intake of breath before letting it out just as slowly. He linked his hands together, then let go and took the sheets in hand. Matt immediately felt his stomach start to knot. Shannon was never this nervous.

"Matt ... I gotta tell you something. I know you ain't gonna like it. I don't wanna rush this and ... I really don't want to hurt you, but I really see no way around it."

"What're you saying, baby?"

"Please, Matt? No "baby" right now?"

"What's going on?"

Shannon gnawed on his lip for a minute, watching the smooth sheets run through his fingers. He could feel Matt's eyes on him, putting him on the spot.

"Matt, you know, probably as well as everyone that past habits are a bit hard to break ..."

"What're you saying? You're smoking again or something? We can work on that."

"Matt, please don't interrupt. You're making this too hard."

Matt finally settled back. Shannon could see him tensed. Matt already could tell something bad was going to hit him over the head.

Shannon took another breath, "You know that I used to be a bit ... spread around a little while back .."

He could see the fear already creep into Matt's eyes.

"Well ... last night ... I went out with Jeff and the guys. And-and, we had a few too many drinks and all and ... one thing kinda led to another and ...."


"Matt, please. let me finish."

"There's more?!"

"Matt, I'm sorry! I just can't keep lying to you anymore!"

Matt felt his breath catch in his throat and sat back a bit.

"Last night wasn't the only time?"

"Matt, you're on Raw now. I'm still here at Smackdown!-"

"Shannon, we're home sometimes three days a week. We see each other, we talk to each other all the time!"

"Yeah, but you're not THERE. With me all the time. Not ALL the time. I can't reach out and hold you on those long nights of touring. I can't go out to dinner with you or sit up in a bar with you and just talk like we used to. Back ... back before we got together."

"That was years ago. We've been together forever!"

"A long time." Shannon agreed.

"Then why would you put us in danger?"

Shannon sighed at the sadness in Matt's voice. Obviously he knew that Matt would react negitively, but he would rather Matt had punched him in the stomach instead of verbally knocking him out like this.

"I don't know what to say, Matt. I really can't do anything about it. I mean, it's not like I can change the past or anything."

"Well ... wh-what ... what does this mean, then?" Matt asked shakily.

"I don't know, Matt. I don't know what to do. I mean, if I was you, I would be pissed and want-"

"You're damn right I'm pissed!" Matt yelled, getting up quickly from the bed.

Shannon jumped back, nearly hitting the headboard as Matt paced stormily back and forth in front of him. He had one hand placed above his right eyebrow and growled lowly.

"How could you do this, Shannon?" he asked, the sadness not there anymore and only replaced with anger.

"Matt, you know me. You know all my old relationships. Why would you think this one would be any different?"

"Because we were together for four FUCKING years!" Matt screamed.

Shannon jumped again, closing his eyes lightly and taking a deep breath. He wasn't supossed to get mad at Matt for being angry, but slowly the anger was boiling inside him, too.

"What exactly happened, Shannon?! Tell me everything!"

Shannon bit his lip as Matt slammed a fist into the wall.

"I told you what happened, Matt. We were at a bar and we had a bit too much to drink."

"Jeff, too?!"

"No, Jeff didn't have anything to drink or end up with anyone. He wanted to get home to Shane, he just wanted to make sure everyone was okay."

"But this wasn't the only time?" Matt garnered, sneering.

Shannon shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, but what else can I say?"

Shannon watched Matt carefully as the older Hardy made his way around the room and started throwing all of his things into the luggage. Once it was packed, he heaved it at Shannon. Shannon barely caught it before it would have slammed right into his face.

"Get out. Get out of my DAMN room!"

"Matt, I have nowhere else-"

"Go stay with one of you're fucking fuck arounds, Slut."

Shannon's mouth dropped open and he let out his breath in a short huff.

"I can't believe you just said that to me." he said in disbelief.

"That's what you get for sleeping around on one of your best friends and boyfriend. You lose everything. Including your dignity." Matt said calmly.

Shannon watched Matt in shock before turning slowly and leaving. He closed his eyes tightly and leaned on the door once outside the room. He could hear Matt moving around still inside the room, but pulled himself together and headed down to the lobby. He knew he'd have to find a new place to sleep tonight. But then again, three was always Jeffry.

_Baby, you ain't the first ... _