Disclaimer: You know the drill; no I don't own any of the WWE superstars or know them personally. This story is purely fan fiction, just like all my other stories. Don't bother to sue me; I work in a fast food outlet so you won't get much from me anyway.

Rating: NC- 17 (language, little violence (after all it is a wrestling fic) drug reference, sexual content.)

Characters: Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Shawn Michaels, Vince McMahon, John Cena and other WWE wrestlers.

Chapter One.

"Come on man, where are you?" Matt sighed to himself as he looked at the time on his watch. He was 45 minutes late. 'Typical of Jeff though, always running late.' Matt thought to himself. He placed his head in his hands and rubbed his eyebrows to relieve the sinus pain that was starting to form in his head from the heat inside the waiting area at the airport. He sighed and leaned back on the uncomfortable chair in the lounge area and looked up and smiled a small smile when John Cena approached him.

"Hey Matt, Wassup?" John said, taking a seat beside Matt and getting a bottle of water out of his backpack.

"Jeff, he's late. Fucken typical of him though." Matt grunted, taking his phone out of his pocket to check if he had any unread messages from Jeff, but he didn't.

"Haha, yeah he is a little late isn't he?" John chuckled to himself as he looked over at the clock on the wall in the lounge area, while taking a sip of his drink.

"I don't know what he's problem is, ya know? He arriving late was probably one of the reasons why Vince fired him in the first place." Matt explained.

"Hmm yeah." John replied, indicating he didn't really know what to think.

Matt stood up and put his hips on his hips, "At first I was really happy and excited for him when he rang me up last week and told me that Vince offered him another job here in the WWE, but now I don't know what to think. I thought he changed, but it seems to me he's back to his old tricks again." Matt said in a worried tone.

"Old tricks, ya mean him getting high and shit?" John asked.

"Exactly, getting high, drinking, picking up drunk women from nightclubs and having sex with them, that kind of shit." Matt said as he sat back down.

"I don't know man; I don't know what to think honestly, I haven't seen Jeff in 3 years." John explained.

"Yeah, I just don't want him to fuck this up." Matt said biting his lip.

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Meanwhile, Vince and Linda were collecting their plane tickets to their flight to Miami. Vince thanked the woman at the ticket counter and Linda and himself went and took a seat at the other end of the lounge area.

"Is everyone here?" Linda asked as she placed her bag down beside her foot.

"Everyone is, except Jeff." Vince grunted.

"Oh, maybe car trouble?" Linda replied.

"I highly doubt it. I'm starting to think re-hiring him was a bad idea." Vince admitted.

"Hmm, oh look here comes Shane." Linda pointed out as Shane approached them after trying to contact Jeff at the payphone. "Any luck?"

"Nope, I tried to ring him several times and he wouldn't pick up." Shane explained taking a seat next to Linda.

"Damn it." Vince cursed angrily.

"Vince, don't make a fuss in front of everyone." Linda hissed at him.

"Linda I know, but this is just like he was last time, always turning up late for house shows and autograph signings. I may as well send him a message and tell him to not bother showing up at all, that's if he even gets it. Worthless junkie." Vince spat and grabbed his bags and started to head over to the gates as their flight was getting ready to board.

Linda and Shane sighed to themselves and followed Vince to the gates.

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John noticed the McMahon's heading over to the gates. "Come on man, we gotta go." He said as he stood up and picked up his bags.

"Yeah I know, damn it, he's going to miss the flight." Matt sighed as he and John headed over towards the gate.

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Jeff stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes. He looked over at the clock and noticed it was 12 o'clock in the afternoon. "Oh shit, shit!" He yelled out as he jumped out of bed and quickly placed a pair of sweat pants from the floor on. He ran over to the mirror in his bathroom and wiped away the smudge of eyeliner he had left on from the previous night. He grabbed an old Pearl-Jam concert jacket that was hanging over the bathtub and threw it over his head as he quickly tied his newly dark brown hair into a messy ponytail. He ran out of the bathroom and grabbed his suitcase that he had packed the night before and started to hurry for his front door. He noticed his cell phone sitting on the kitchen bench and grabbed it with his spare hand and stuffed it in his pocket.

He ran outside the front of his house and started to head towards the taxi station a couple of streets down. He smiled a little as he noticed a free taxi waiting at the bay. He opened the door and climbed in. "Airport please, and hurry." He said to the taxi driver. The driver nodded his head and started to drive off to the airport. Jeff took his phone out of his pocket and noticed he had 10 missed calls from Matt. "Shit." He muttered to himself as he dialed Matt's number.

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Matt was waiting inline at the security check point when he heard his phone starting to ring. He saw it was Jeff trying to ring him. Matt thought for a second of not bothering to answer, but decided it'd be the best thing to answer his brother. "Yeah?" He answered.

"Matt, Matt, I'm on my way now. I'm about 5 minutes away from the airport. Tell Vince I'll be there okay? I gotta go; I'm running out of credit." Jeff explained.

"Yeah okay, see ya soon." Matt said then hung up and dialed Vince's number. "Hey Vince, I just got a call from Jeff, he's on his way. He's going to have to catch the next flight though." Explained Matt as Vince answered.

"Hmm okay, tell him I want to see him as soon as he arrives at the arena in Florida, tomorrow night okay? I have to go, I'm about to get onto the plane." Vince replied then hung up.

"Who was that Vince?" Linda asked, after Vince put his phone back in his pocket.

"Matt, Jeff's on his way finally. I told him I need to have a good talk with Jeff though tomorrow night. A very good one." He explained as he and Linda boarded the plane to Miami.