Fight For Love
Chapter 5: A Brand New Life
Adam sat on the couch in the empty living room, staring at the fire in the hearth that warmed his home. Laid out across the couch with his head on Adam's lap, Jay snored quietly in his sleep. Adam couldn't look down at him because of his neck brace, but he knew the picture of perfect innocence that Jay projected in his sleep. He knew that his blond hair was falling softly around his cheeks, that his pink lips were parted just so, and that he had one hand tucked under his head like you saw on posters and in movies whenever a beautiful child was sleeping. Picture perfect innocence. His beauty helped to hide the manipulative beast underneath.
A week had passed since Adam had fallen straight into Jay's arms and into his plans to ruin his relationship with Matt. Jay had gotten exactly what he'd wanted it seemed. Matt had left that day. Adam hadn't heard from him since. His phone calls to Matt's cell phone had been refused. Whenever he called Jeff he would get lame excuses that Matt was in the shower, asleep, or had just stepped out. At least Jeff had been kind enough to tell him that Matt was still wearing his engagement ring so that was a positive sign. Not nearly enough to put him at ease.
He turned his eyes down as Jay grunted and stirred, only to roll onto his back in his sleep. Now he was in Adam's line of vision. His thoughts of what he had looked like were confirmed. Jay looked like an angel. Adam had to wonder if that was the real reason he had let Jay stay after all that he had done. Maybe he just wanted a pretty face to keep him company since his mother and father had moved out. He knew that wasn't true in his heart, though. He and Jay had gone through a very long talk after he had gone to the hospital for his back injury. Thankfully it had only been a few minor cuts and glass shards that needed to be removed. Afterwards Adam had insisted that Jay stop his pursuits and accept the fact that they could be no more than friends from then on.
"What if Matt leaves you?" Jay had asked.
"No more than friends. I'm sorry, Jay, but I could never love someone who would backstab me like this."
It had hurt so much to say those words to him, but it was equal to the pain of knowing that Jay had done it on purpose. He had been trying to break he and Matt up. Somehow Adam had forgiven him. He had never really been able to say no to his darling Jason. And Jay had insisted on staying to take care of him while he was still having trouble getting around. It made Adam feel awkward to have him there, but he did need the help.
Like right at that moment when the doorbell rang. He shook Jay's shoulder.
"Hey. Wake up."
"Go answer the door."
Jay lazily rolled to the floor and got to his feet, trotting off to get it before the person left. Adam sighed and listened to try to hear who was here. It didn't take much effort for only moments later he distinctly heard Matt's voice yelling at Jay. He rolled his eyes, letting them fall closed as he listened to them bicker for a few moments, but the yelling was drawing closer. He opened his eyes just in time to see Jay and Jeff shove Matt in front of him.
"There! Now talk to him before you go jumping to conclusions about why I'm still here!" Jay exclaimed in a huff.
"I bet I already know why," Matt grumbled.
"I bet you don't," Adam said. "Will you please sit down and talk to me?"
"Jeff is the one who dragged me here. I have nothing to say to you."
"Then you can listen to Adam talk for a while," Jeff said. "Now sit."
"I'm not going to lis—"
"I said sit!" Jeff finally raised his voice and Matt sat instantly. It wasn't often that Jeff would yell at Matt. It was practically unheard of. "Jay and I are going to go for a walk and when we come back we expect to see hearts in your eyes and cherubs flying around fucking your heads. Got it?"
"Right," Matt nodded.
"Good. See ya later."
Jay looked after Jeff for a moment, then back at Adam and Matt with an expression that perfectly said he didn't wanna talk a walk with a pissy Jeff Hardy. Still he shrugged and left the room as well. A moment later the door slammed and Adam and Matt were alone with only the fireplace creating noise around them.
"Are you willing to listen to me now?" Adam asked.
"Only if you be sure to listen to me as well."
"Of course I will."
"Then go ahead. I think I know most of the story already, but I want to hear what you were thinking and feeling during all of this."
"I thought you had nothing to say?"
"I don't really. Not until I know what was going on with you."
Adam sighed. "When I first told Jay about us being engaged I found out something that I should've known all along. Jay has been in love with me for years. He thought that I knew because we were lovers. He's one of those types that doesn't sleep with people unless he loves them. So he assumed that was the reason I got him into bed. And it's just been that way ever since. We've never dated other people or even been interested in other people. It's always been me and him. So you can see why he felt like I was already his boyfriend."
"I guess so. He can skip over details a lot of times."
"Well, I kinda helped this time. You know I'm a horny little prick. I was constantly getting him to sleep with me. I never thought anything of it. Friends with benefits ya know? I never realized that I was leading him on. So what happened last week was partially my fault. I caused him to love me and then I allowed him to do what he was doing."
"Why, Adam? Why did you have to sleep with him again?"
"I had told him about us the previous day. That was when he told me he loved me and screamed at me for betraying him and walked out. Then he showed up again, miserable, desperate. He wanted to say goodbye. He just wanted to be able to be with me one last time before he lost me forever."
"But he had already lost. You're with me." Matt moved over to sit on the coffee table so Adam could see him better. "You had no right to do that."
"I know. Matt, I know I was wrong and I'm not going to make an excuse for it. But let me tell you why." Matt nodded. "In my thoughts, I had caused all of Jay's pain. I led him to believe that I loved him, then I practically dumped him. And in my eyes he was only asking for something that he deserved. After the pain that I had caused to him, and you know I love Jay so much, he's my best friend. After what I had done I felt it was okay for him to ask that of me. And don't think that I instantly said yes. Jay will tell you himself that he had to beg." Adam stopped for a moment, his eyes misting over. "But he was hurting so much and I just wanted to make him feel better. Seeing him like that drove me to tears. He just wanted one last moment to love me and I didn't think that was too much to ask after all these years."
"But you were wrong, Adam. Maybe your intentions were good to him, but what about me?"
"I know, Matty. I know."
"What was I to think when I walked in and saw you like that? And no offense, Adam, but it didn't really surprise me somehow. I mean, you slept with me once and then a little while later we were engaged. Then seeing you cheating on me so soon… It just made it easier to believe that you were that fickle. Just like Jay had said. You're not a commitment person. I believed it."
"But that's not true. It's not true." Adam sniffled, trying his damnedest not to cry. "Matt, I know I fucked up. I'm so very sorry that I had to fuck up so soon. I wouldn't blame you if you handed the ring back and told me where to shove it. I fucked everything up."
Matt sighed. "I don't know, Adam. I'm still so mad at you. I want to beat the holy hell out of you and Jay! But I love you and that's making it difficult to tell what I want to do."
"This is all your decision, Matty. I can't force you to stay. And as much as I don't want to give up without a fight I know that I'm in the wrong. There's nothing I can do except say I'm sorry and beg your forgiveness."
"I dunno, Adam. I just don't know."
Before their conversation could go any further the front door could be heard opening and a loud thump was heard, like that of someone falling to the floor. They glanced at each other for a moment then hurried to the front. In the entrance way they discovered Jeff on his knees, covered in mud and blood pouring from a gash on his head. He looked up at them with a panicked expression.
"They took Jay…"
A rocking motion caused him to open his eyes, but he closed them again quickly as a throb of pain went through his head. In fact his whole body was sore and aching. His senses were slower than usual to come back to him. He opened his eyes again to look around him. There was nothing recognizable. He tried to move, but came to the realization that he was restrained with his ankles and wrists bound behind his back. A gag was pressed into his mouth and tied around his head. The rocking that had caused him to wake up was the movement of this vehicle he was in. He tried to move, struggling against his bonds and groaning in pain. As soon as he made that sound, though, someone in a seat ahead of him turned around. He couldn't see through the darkness to recognize their face. Even as they drew closer he couldn't tell who it was.
"So you're awake, pretty one? I hope I didn't hit you as hard as I hit your little friend Jeff. But we couldn't leave a witness now could we?"
The voice was distinctly male, but he had never heard it before in his life. Which meant one thing. He'd been abducted. Cold washed over him as the reality of the situation hit home. This was one of the greatest fears all famous people had. Having a stalker was bad enough, but to be kidnapped by them… There was no greater horror. God only knew what would happen to him now. He had to find a way out. On instinct he pulled at the ropes that held him, glaring at his abductor and yelling muffled obscenities at him.
"Now, now, Christian," the man cooed his wrestling name. "Don't fight. We're not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite. We're going to love you till the sun rises."
Jay didn't pay attention. He was fighting with all his might to pull from the bonds. All he seemed to succeed at doing was cutting his wrists and ankles and blood began to seep over his skin. Another thing he had managed to do was entertain the man kneeling over him. He glared up at him, but his expression quickly changed from anger to fear as he saw what the man was holding. In one hand a knife. In the other a condom wrapper. He screamed, but there was no one to hear.
"Are you sure about that, Jeff?" Matt demanded
"Positive! They said that they were taking Jay home with them and they had Michigan license plates. They're heading for the border!"
Matt sighed and pushed the pedal of Jay's Corvette harder to the floor. He knew that time was against them already, but with this vehicle they might be able to make up for it. It had been a good thing the keys had been left behind. Matt glanced over at Adam beside him, who was holding onto his neck brace with one hand and the door with the other.
"Don't worry about me. Just drive, Matty."
"Your neck can't handle this."
"I don't care about my fucking neck right now." He grunted as Matt took another sharp curve. "Jeff, how did this happen?"
"They just pulled up beside of us and jumped out. I tried to fight. Jay ran, but he wasn't fast enough. I saw the guy hit him in the back of the head with something. It was only a second later that the same happened to me and I went down like a rock. I didn't pass out, but I couldn't get up fast enough to save Jay. They dragged him into the van and were gone that quick."
"That explains the mud and the head wound," Matt muttered. "Your head okay, little brother?"
"I'm not bleeding anymore I don't think."
"What color was the… Oh Jesus Christ, Matt!"
"Sorry. It's hard to take a turn at 110 miles per hour."
"Anyway. What color was the van?"
"White. Those creepy ones with no windows except in the front. The kind that all kidnappers use." Jeff shuddered. "We have to find him. I heard them call him pretty."
"Oh God…" Adam whispered.
Matt narrowed his eyes slightly to keep his vision acute as possible at the high speed they were going. If he could've pushed it any higher he would've, but on the curving road he had to make sure that they would've spin out of control. He had little experience with this sort of thing. Racing four wheelers with Jeff through trails and dunes wasn't exactly the same as steering a Corvette through a scenic route at 120 mph.
"Wait. Wait! There it is!" Adam suddenly exclaimed.
Sure enough, on a stretch of straight road they spotted the van miles ahead of them. Matt floored it to the car's top speed on the straight way.
"What are we gonna do, though?" Jeff asked.
"Simple. We're going to run the fuckers off the road," Matt said.
"Adam, hold on very tight."
"Already taking care of that."
"Alright. Helmsman," Matt smirked slightly, thinking of a Star Trek episode, "ramming speed!"
Jay yelled and kicked at the man as hard as he could, shoving his feet deep into his stomach and then again into his chest. He had managed to shove himself into the far corner of the back of the van and break the strap that held his ankles to his wrists. He was still bound, but not as badly as before. He could fight back now. It wouldn't keep him safe for long, though. His attacker was determined to finish what he had started. Blond hair was scattered across the floor between them. His ponytail had been hacked off with the knife, supposed to be kept as a memento. He looked at the shredded clothes the man had in his hand, knowing full well that what was left of his pants wasn't going to protect him from the man's intentions. He was going to be raped. His only hope was to anger him enough to make him just kill him. Then at least he'd be free and wouldn't feel anything they did to him after he was dead.
"Christian, why don't you just behave. You always seem so compliant most of the time on the show."
Jay screamed at him again. He hated people who thought his on screen persona was real. But he hated this person even more. He refused to be a play thing for some perverted over obsessed fan. Not without a fight anyway. The man lunged for him again, grabbing his feet when he kicked out again and dragging him towards him. Jay's legs ended up over his shoulders and he felt the man's erection pressing against him. He shrieked behind his gag, trying to twist away, but cold metal pressed against his throat. He stared up at his captor, still unable to see his face. He knew he was done for. It was a choice of lying still and taking it or pushing his throat up into the knife and putting everyone's good time to an end. The knife looked much more appealing.
"Hey! We've got company!" the driver yelled.
The man holding Jay down raised up, the knife turning away from him completely. He pulled his legs free and planted both heels into the side of the guy's face, throwing him to the side. Before he could make another move, the van rocked back and forth from an impact on the side.
"They're trying to hit us!"
Jay couldn't help but think they weren't trying, but succeeding. Another loud collision shook the vehicle and the tires began to squeal as the driver lost control. Suddenly the world became a confusing blur. He was deafened by a roaring sound and felt weightless for a moment. Then he slammed into the wall of the van. Somehow he didn't knock himself out. He knew what had happened, though. The van had flipped. He weakly opened his eyes, peering through his significantly shorter locks, to see bright light near the front of the vehicle. The fire lit up the van enough for him to see the driver hung by his own seatbelt and the man that had been torturing him was motionless a few feet away. It was over. Whoever had crashed into them would surely rescue him. He just prayed it wasn't a hit and run. Then he heard the doors behind him open and cold air rushed through the smoke filled cab. He grunted and tried to roll over, but there was no need.
"Jay!" Adam's voice called just before he knelt by his side. "Jay, are you awake?"
He gave a groan of acknowledgement and shifted slightly to show he was okay. He noticed that Adam's neck brace was gone. He couldn't question it, though. The van was on fire. Adam gathered him up into his arms and moved as quickly as he could out of the small space, running once he was free. He had made it just in time for the gas tank exploded behind them. The shock threw Adam to his knees, but he held tight to Jay, keeping him covered and safe. Finally he raised his head to look down at him, reaching up to pull the gag from his mouth.
"You came for me," Jay choked out.
"Of course. I would never let anything like this happen to you." He petted Jay's hair tenderly, tears rolling down his cheeks as he fingered the chopped ends. "Dear God what did they do to you?"
"Not much. With me fighting and then you stopping them it didn't get far. I'm okay."
"I was so scared that you were gone. I thought I'd lost you forever."
"I knew you'd save me, Adam. I knew it was you when the van got slammed into."
"Not me. Matt was driving."
Jay blinked and turned his head, seeing the Hardy brothers not far away, watching them. He was actually shocked to see the concerned look on Matt's face. He looked back up at Adam.
"You have to marry him. He loves you so much that he helped you save me even after what I did to him. That's far past anything I would do. I can't compare to a love like that."
Adam smiled a little, hugging Jay tightly to his chest. "You will always be my darling Jason. Remember that."
"I love you, Adam."
"I love you too, Jay."
"Okay, enough of the mushy stuff!" Jeff said as he came over to them, pulling out his pocket knife. "Let's get Jay out of those ropes."
"Hey, not so tight."
"It has to be tight or else it looks sloppy, dingbat."
"I'd rather be sloppy than choke." Jeff growled slightly as Matt fixed his tie for the fiftieth time that day. "I can't believe you wore white."
"Shut up," Matt warned.
"What? You slept with him before the wedding. You can't wear white!"
Matt slapped Jeff in the side of the head and then yanked the tie tighter than he should've. Jeff gagged and quickly pulled it loose when Matt stepped away, chuckling lightly. Matt surveyed himself in the full length mirror carefully. He had chosen, and Adam had agreed, to wear a white tuxedo. Somehow it just seemed right to him. Even though it really wasn't a very good color on him because it contrasted his tan skin and black hair, he still liked how he looked. He just had to make sure everything was in place. His tie was straight, his cuff links were both there, the cummerbund was on properly, and his hair was perfectly pulled back. There seemed to be something missing, though.
"You forgot this," Jeff muttered and turned him around.
Jeff took a small red rose bud and pinned it to the lapel of Matt's jacket carefully, staring at it with a sad smile. Matt noticed it and caught Jeff's gaze to question it. There was really no need, though. He knew all the reasons that Jeff had a happy and sad expression all at once. His brother was getting married. That was all the reason in the world to laugh and cry. They stared at each other for a moment longer before clasping each other in a tight embrace.
"I don't know what to say, Matty," he whispered.
"Just tell me what I want to hear."
Jeff giggled. "I am so insanely jealous."
"We watch too much Simpsons."
They both laughed and pulled back from each other enough to see one another's faces. They were both teary eyed already, but resisting the urge. They could cry later if they wanted. This wedding was being video taped and photographed professionally so they couldn't look bad while in the ceremony. Matt leaned down and kissed Jeff's cheek.
"Thank you so much, Jeff."
"For being here with me through everything. You mean so much to me."
"I know. The same goes for you, Matty."
A light knock came at the door and a woman stuck her head in. "Gentlemen, it's time."
"Oh God…" Matt huffed slightly.
"Calm down. We rehearsed this remember."
"Yeah, I know."
The two of them hurried down the hall to the double doors that led to the chapel. The woman motioned for them to pause just a moment, then she signaled Jeff to go ahead, whispering to him to remember his pace. She smiled at Matt and pulled him forward.
"Take this," she said and handed him a long stem rose. "Since guys don't do bouquets you can't hide your shaking hands. This will give you something to hold onto and fiddle with when you're nervous."
"Thank you," Matt whispered.
"Now take a deep breath and go get married."
She pushed him lightly towards the doorway and he obeyed, stepping out into the light that streamed through the chapel windows. He paused for a moment to glance around at everyone, his face flushing instantly. All eyes were on him. One would think that he'd be used to being the center of attention after performing on shows, but this was a completely different atmosphere. He ran his thumb lightly over a dull thorn on his rose and forced himself forward. He kept his eyes on the floor in front of him. If he tripped he'd be humiliated. When the steps to the altar came into his line of vision he raised his eyes. He glanced over at Jeff, who was sniffling already, and then at Jay, who was sporting a very short new haircut that he claimed made him a 'sexy beast.'
Then Adam stepped down one step and reached out a hand to him. Matt looked up at him, almost forgetting to take his hand and let him lead him up the steps. He was so lost in Adam's beauty. His hair was absolute golden perfection, falling in waves over his shoulders and highlighted all the more by the dark black tuxedo. He glanced Matt over with a smile.
"You look beautiful," he whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
Matt relaxed finally, relief flooding him when he heard those words. Somehow knowing he looked good just helped incredibly. Behind them everyone sat down and the minister was allowed to begin. Adam had written the entire ceremony himself, ensuring that it would fit the two of them perfectly. But Matt didn't hear a word of what was being said. He had heard it once before already. All he could do was look at Adam out of the corner of his eye, seeing him looking right back with a sweet grin. It was hard not to laugh at him. Adam reached over and gently took his hand. Their fingers laced together and locked. Through the whole ceremony they didn't let go until it was time to exchange rings and vows.
"Please turn to each other," the minister requested and then looked at Adam first. "Do you, Adam, take Matthew Moore Hardy to be your partner in life; to love, honor, and be faithful to him through good times and bad, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," he answered without hesitation.
The minister looked at Matt. "And do you, Matt, take Adam Joseph Copeland to be your partner in life; to love, honor, and be faithful to him through good times and bad, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," he barely managed to say above a whisper.
Matt turned to Jeff for the ring, meeting his brother's eyes for a moment. He had to give a small snicker at seeing Jeff so emotional. Then he turned back to Adam, letting him take his hand.
"Repeat after me. With this ring…"
"With this ring…"
"I thee wed."
"I thee wed," he whispered, sliding the golden band in front of the diamond engagement ring.
"And Matt, repeat after me. With this ring…"
"With this ring…"
"I thee wed."
"I thee… wed," his voice cracked as he slipped the ring onto Adam's finger.
"Yours vows of dedication have been exchanged. These rings shall bond you eternally in life. You may now seal your love with a kiss; the first kiss you shall share in your new life together."
Matt looked up at Adam, already trembling with nervousness. Adam's eyes had a smoldering look as he pulled him into his arms. They were interrupted by a loud slamming from the back of the chapel. Everyone turned to look as Gilbert Hardy stopped just inside the doors that he had shoved open. He had a very determined look on his face, his eyes locked on his eldest son.
"Oh no…" Matt whispered, pulling away from Adam to meet his father halfway down the aisle. "What are you doing here? Don't you dare try to ruin this—"
"Now hold on, hold on. Settle your jets, boy." He paused to make sure Matt was listening. "I'm not about to ruin such an expensive wedding and let all of yours and Adam's money go to waste."
Matt furrowed his brow. "Then why are you here?"
"Well… I came to see my son get married." He said quietly, looking very guilty. "If I still have a son that is?"
Matt sighed in relief and instantly hugged his father tightly. "You're too late to give me away, but thank you so much for coming. It just wasn't right without you here."
"I'm sorry, Matt. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you and Jeff."
"It's okay. C'mon. There's a seat that was saved for you in the front row."
Matt quickly led Gilbert to the front and let him sit down, leaning down to kiss his cheek. Then he hurried back up the steps to his place, getting a big grin and thumbs up from Jeff.
"Is everything okay?" the minister asked before Adam had a chance.
"Yes. Everything's perfect now. Please say that last line again."
He looked back up at Adam again, listening to the last sentence get repeated for his father's sake. Then he was pulled once again into those strong arms, Adam's hair falling down around his face, and their lips met in the most passionate kiss. Matt threaded his fingers through Adam's hair to push it back as they had planned, to make sure everyone could see. Finally Adam pulled away, pecking Matt's lips lightly one last time, and stood back.
"Please face your family and friends and join hands." They did as told, smiling down at everyone. "With power invested in me by the city of Manitoba, I declare thee wed. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Adam and Matt Copeland."
Everyone started to applaud and rose from their seats. Some of their rowdier friends whistled and cheered for them as Adam and Matt smiled at each other happily. Then they hurried down the aisle, Jeff and Jay on their heels, and headed for the limo that was waiting out front. They had to get to Adam's house before their guests arrived for the party.
"Phew! I'm glad the formalities are finally over!" Adam exclaimed and started tearing part of his tuxedo off.
"You and me both!" Jeff agreed and yanked the tie loose.
Matt sighed and unbuttoned his coat. "Well… We're married."
"We sure are, mon beau."
"Matthew Moore Copeland. Matt Copeland. God, I don't think I'm gonna get used to that."
"Just wait till you have to write it. Then you'll really mess it up."
Matt chuckled and leaned on Adam's shoulder, handing him the rose he'd been holding during the ceremony. "Well, there's only one thing left now."
They all laughed at the over excited look on Adam's face as he said that. Matt smacked his chest for it, but gave him a kiss still. After a moment or two of making out Jay cleared his throat.
"Hey, we're still here ya know."
"Oh yeah, that reminds me what I was going to say," Matt said.
"Only one thing left?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah. One more wedding."
They all looked at him confused. "Another wedding? Who?" Adam asked.
"Them," he said and pointed at Jay and Jeff.
Adam nodded. "Yeah, I could see that."
Jeff and Jay both were wide eyed at the suggestions. They looked at each other, glancing one another over with skeptical expressions.
"But he's so weird," Jay said.
"And he's a perfectionist," Jeff snarled.
"Your hair is multicolored."
"You wear women's pants."
"You paint your nails."
Adam and Matt smiled as they watched the two of them bicker, settling back into their seat in each other's arms. They glanced at each other with similar expressions and nodded.
"A match made in Heaven."
"Yep. They're next."
"Good. It'll get Jay the hell out of my house."
Legalities: Christian Cage is copyright of TNA Wrestling. Matt Hardy, Adam Copeland, and any other mentioned characters are property of World Wrestling Entertainment. I claim no knowledge of each of the characters sexual preferences or lives. This is a story of fiction, none of these events are real. I received absolutely no profit from this story.