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Summary: Jeff Hardy has been chosen to be the human host that would allow the demon keeper of the seventh layer of hell to enter the realm of Earth. In fighting for his life Jeff has some unexpected allies. Featuring: Matt Hardy, Undertaker, Kane, Batista, Umaga, John Cena, Ashley, Maria, Edge...
NOTE: This fic is written with the assumption, that Jeff, Edge, and Umaga are still on RAW, and Matt, Kane, the Boogeyman and the Undertaker are still on Smackdown, and that Undertaker is still the World Heavyweight Champion and Matt and Jeff are still the Tag-Team Champions.
Matt looked back into the room, where the medical team was applying another round of CPR to Jeff, before administering more shocks. He took in a deep shaky breath and let it out. "Jeff, don't worry. I'll keep my promise. I'll be all right, everything will be all right…" he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.
There was another loud call of "CLEAR," a beep and a dull thud as Jeff's body convulsed from the shocks. Again there was a hush in the room as all focus shifted to the monitor.
Still there was nothing...
As the seconds ticked by, hope seemed to tick away, but just as the medical team was about to give it a final try, the piercing scream of the flat line was cut off by a soft blip…
"All right, people," said one of the physicians. "Let's not lose these tones."
Matt let out the breath he had been holding. Jeff wasn't dead…yet...
"Well, I'll be damned…" Taker murmured with a smirk. "Medical science cheats Grim again."
In the room, Jeff's body came alive, frantically coughing and, gasping as his lungs had been slapped awake by his newly revived heart. They helped Jeff sit up as he opened his eyes and continued coughing. After awhile the coughs turned into rushed ragged breaths and hen gradually slowed down to a rate where he could talk.
Jeff looked around at all of the strangers in the room, still trying to catch his breath. "Where…is…?"
"Sir...Sir... What's your name? Your full name?" one of the nurses asked, testing Jeff's mental faculties now that he was conscious.
Jeff shook his head to clear it. "Jeffery Nero Hardy," he answered softly.
"That's right, sir." The nurse patted him on the shoulder.
"Where's…? Where's Matt…?" Jeff rasped, still looking around.
One of the physicians motioned for Matt to come in. If there hadn't been a bunch of people and IVs all over the place, the older Hardy might have dashed right in there at top speed, but chose instead not to cause more trouble for the people who had just brought his brother back to life.
A huge smile spread across Jeff's face when Matt came in and reached out a hand toward him. "Matt… Am I really alive?"
Matt interlaced his fingers with Jeff's and nodded, too overcome to speak.
One of the nurses pulled out an IV from Jeff's other arm.
"Ow!" Jeff yelped at the sudden removal of the needle. The exclamation moved Jeff's ribs whose cartilage had been cracked in order administer CPR, causing even more pain. "Yeah…I'm alive…" he rasped.
"I still can't believe you are," Matt said softly after finding his voice again. "For a few seconds I thought I'd lost you." He carefully hugged Jeff so as not to impinge upon his already abused chest.
Jeff smiled and rested his head against Matt's shoulder. "Yeah, me too… Hey is that Maria out there by any chance?"
"Yup!" Maria called out, and came over to him. She had been waiting by the door the whole time. "I was so worried, Jeff, don't you ever go into cardiac arrest again!"
Jeff chuckled, even though the laugh made his chest hurt a lot, he didn't mind. He wanted to laugh again. He was alive and had his brother and his best girl at his side.
It was good to be alive…
Jeff winced as his ribs screamed in protest at being moved, while he pulled on his shirt. The nurses had wrapped his chest in order to keep everything in place, but there wasn't anything else they could do, the ribs had to heal on their own.
At least he was able to put his own clothes back on and was cleared to leave the hospital. They had kept him an extra day to monitor his condition and for a rib x-ray, as well as a few tests to check and make sure his heart was working properly again.
"Need some help there?" Matt asked, on seeing his little brother wince.
"Nah, I'm alright." Jeff waved it off. "Luckily it's warm outside so I won't need a coat."
Jeff sat there on the bed, just thinking over the events of the last two months. He got up and walked over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. He lifted up his shirt so he could see his abdomen, it was clean of the demonic tattoo Chiron had put on him at the beginning.
"Was it all just a dream?" Jeff murmured, lowering his shirt.
"It was no dream," Matt shook his head. "It was a nightmare."
"But it was real, right?" Jeff looked back at him. "I mean, now that it's over, it's hard to believe it really happened."
"Yeah, it was pretty surreal wasn't it?" Matt said thoughtfully.
"Yeah…" Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets. When he did so, he felt something soft and warm under his right hand. He pulled it out. It was a glimmering white feather.
"Where'd you get that? Starting a feather collection?" Matt laughed.
Jeff swallowed hard. "Matt… When I was out I had this dream where I saw Mom. She was an angel and we talked and I told her everything. But she already knew; she's been watching us since she died."
Matt's eyes widened, and he let out a breathy chuckle. "I guess we think alike, I had a dream like that too. I watched you talking to her."
"But that isn't all, Matt," Jeff continued, still gazing at the feather. "I touched her wings and accidentally pulled out a feather. She told me to keep it. It was no dream, man, she was there."
The older Hardy's jaw dropped at the gravity of what Jeff just said. If his little brother had said the same thing only two months ago, he would have waved it off as just one of Jeff's thoughtful musings, but now after all the supernatural occurrences that had happened to them, he believed.
Matt reached out and ran the back of his hand against the feather. "An angel…" he whispered. "I knew she would be."
"Here, Matt." Jeff put the feather in his brother's hand. "You take it."
Matt looked down at the feather and back at Jeff. "But she gave it to you."
Jeff shook his head and smiled. "I think she'd want you to have it, since she didn't get to see you."
"Thanks, Jeff," Matt said softly, very touched by his little brother's gesture.
There was a knock at the door that made both Hardys jump. They were even more surprised when they found Kane, standing in the door way.
"Hey, Kane," Jeff greeted him good-naturedly, after all Kane and Taker had done for him, the younger Hardy had ceased to be afraid of the Brothers of Destruction, at least outside the ring. "What brings you by?"
"Taker wanted me to make sure you weren't dead again." Kane shrugged. "He's busy helping Vince explain what happened went down to the media."
"I was wondering how that was going to be handled," Matt pondered.
"Not the first time he's had to do that, with the work we do," Kane stated. "How's your heart, Jeff?"
"Fine." Jeff grinned. "EKG and all that stuff was normal."
Matt swallowed hard and asked Kane the question that had been troubling the back of his mind since Jeff's resurrection. "Is Jeff all right? I mean beyond the physical stuff the doctors can check. Is this nightmare really over?"
"Chiron is being punished by the other hell keepers for his treachery; he won't be bothering Jeff or anyone else for that matter," Kane answered with a smug smile on his face.
"So it is over." Matt sighed in relief.
"At least for now," Jeff said, smirking. "Who knows what lies ahead for us? Let's just enjoy the good times, man. While we have them."
Matt smiled. "That's the spirit." He gave Jeff a friendly slap on the back, causing the young Hardy to let out a startled cry of pain as his broken ribs did not like the resulting shockwave from the slap one bit.
"Oh god your ribs, I'm sorry!" Matt panicked.
"Calm down, Matt," Jeff said softly so that he wouldn't have to inhale as much. "It's not that bad. I've had a lot worse pain than this."
"Jeff, don't move," Kane said as he placed a hand on the younger Hardy's chest. "I'm technically not supposed to do this, so I can't say what I am going to do, but you're just going to have to trust me."
Jeff smiled. "After everything you guys have done for me, I'm not going to question you."
Kane nodded, closing his eyes and, concentrating. There was an eerie cracking sound and Jeff gasped as his breath seized and his whole body trembled.
"What are you doing to him?!" Matt shouted.
Kane ignored him and focused for a few more seconds, before pulling his hand away. "That ought to do it."
"Do what? What did you do?!" Matt demanded franticly.
"I can breathe again," Jeff beamed at Kane. "My ribs are okay, thanks, man!"
"Don't thank me!" Kane snapped briskly. "This never happened; I didn't do anything for you just now, got that?"
Both Hardys nodded.
With that Kane gave a firm nod back. He turned on his heel and headed out the door, almost running into Maria on his way out. The girl glanced nervously at Kane, before slipping into the room.
"Ashley's got the car ready outside, now let's get Jeff out of here," she said excitedly, kissing the younger Hardy on the cheek.
"Amen, no matter how many times I've been in the hospital for my injuries, they still kinda give me the creeps." Matt shivered a little.
"I think it's all the bad memories," Jeff said with a sigh. "Mom's death, dad's heart attack, all our injuries, but like it or not, they did save my life."
Matt nodded. "Yeah, I'm forever grateful for that, but all the same, let's go home."
It would have only taken them a few minutes to get down to the car, but they made a quick stop to personally thank the attending physician who had lead the charge, so to speak, in saving Jeff's life.
When they finally exited the hospital, they spotted Ashley parked nearby. Jeff and Maria climbed into the back seat of the car, while Matt rode shotgun next to Ashley.
The older Hardy put on his seatbelt and then looked around to the backseat. He smiled when he saw Jeff now had his head contentedly resting in Maria's lap.
When he turned back around, Matt briefly wondered what Vince and Taker were going to tell the media about all this. Probably something about a weird cult having an obsession with celebrities and they wanted to use Jeff in their ritual for some reason. Either way it didn't really matter now, his little brother was safe and alive, and that was all that mattered. The older Hardy sighed and leaned back against the seat as Ashley started the car. It was the first time he had truly relaxed since this had all began. He shut his eyes and smiled.
The nightmare was over…
Thank you! Thank you! My dear readers for sticking with me through this story, with your reviews and comments, they really helped to motivate me to see this story till the and not give up on it!
NOTE: The scene where Jeff is revived by the medical team is partially inspired by a true life incident. I'm currently working a student X-ray Technologist at a hospital. While I was there one day, a patient in one of the other x-ray rooms (thankfully not in mine) had a heartattack. I kind of watched from a distance as the Code Blue Team ran in with their equipment and revived the patient. It was just amazing that these human beings, not angels, not reapers, not magical beings, just human, could save another human's life. Literally bringing him back from the dead, I mean when your heart stops, you're dead, and it's up to a team people to bring you back to life. And for this patient they were successful.
This chapter is a nod to those healthcare professionals, to whom saving lives is an everyday thing, but are heros none the less to the people they save.
Thank you for reading,