A/N Hardy fans don't hate me...
"I've got nothin'..." Detective Knox said gruffly while flipping through some files.
"Me either. We'd have everything if Orton wasn't such a douche." Daniel said.
"So you think he's hiding something too?" Marcus asked.
"Oh absolutely, big macho guy that he is, I think he knows exactly who attacked him. He got his ego hurt, and now he's embarrassed." Detective Stewart said.
"Well we gotta figure out a way to make him talk soon. The next guy might not be so lucky…"
Randy paced back and forth across the room, staring at the photo of Merci in his hand. So many things went through his mind looking at her: what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do the next time he saw her. He shifted the framed photo in his hand a few times before throwing it against the wall. He ran a hand over his face and walked over to the sharp mess he made and picked up her picture. She was far too pretty to be thrown in jail, he was going to deal with her all on his own.
Merci had become, for lack of a better word, a zombie. She didn't say much, she didn't do much, just went through the same routines, day after day. Each day she had to look at Matt, she grew more and more resentful of him. After all, it was his fault. She'd never be in the pain she was in had it not been for him getting her pregnant. There was only one way she could make this right.
"Huh?!" She tore herself from her thoughts when she heard Matt call her.
"You ok?" Matt asked.
"Yea- yeah I'm fine." Merci responded blankly. "I'm gonna go fix some tea…want some?"
"That'd be great." Matt smiled, touching her face. Merci absently nodded as she turned to go downstairs.
Merci set the hot cup of tea down on the counter and looked over her shoulder. She pulled a small plastic tube from the drawer and held it to her eye level. She flicked the top off and poured the contents into the cup.
"Hi." Merci looked up at the man standing in front of her. His brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, his smile showing off his light dimples.
" Hi." Merci said.
"Are you here for the autograph signings?" He asked.
"Not quite, just the view." Merci said with a chuckle.
"Merci. PLeasure to meet you..."
"What am I doing?" Merci asked herself. It was then she realized she felt something for Matt she never even knew.
"It's not his fault…"
"This for me?" Matt asked, taking a sip of the tea.
"No!" Merci cried out before she covered her mouth.
"What is it?" Matt asked.
"I'm sorry..." Merci cried.
"What are you talki'-" Matt couldn't finish his sentence before he lost his balance.
"Oh god, Matt." Merci grabbed onto him and helped him onto the floor. His breathing became harsh and he clutched his chest.
"Merci-" Matt uttered. Merci smoothed his hair from his face while she cradled his head in her lap.
"Look at me, look at me! You can't leave me now. I love you, you hear me?! I love you!"
"I love y- I love you too." Matt gasped.
"I'm so sorry…" Merci pressed her head against his and sobbed. She felt him become very still, she couldn't hear him breathing anymore. He was gone.
"Matt." She called out one more time before she let him go. She gently placed his head on the floor and curled up next to him, crying until she fell asleep.
"May he find peace wherever he is. And may his soul be with God. Amen." The pastor said solemnly with a bowed head. He walked off and let Matt's family pay their respects. Merci watched from behind a tree while people came up to Jeff and patted his shoulder and hugged him. He had to be taking it the worst.
"I'm sorry man. I loved him." Jay said, tightly embracing Jeff.
"I know." Jeff murmured.
"Keep your head up, ok? Your pop needs you." Jay said.
"I know, I will." Jeff nodded.
"Alright." Jay patted his shoulder one more time before walking off. Jeff kneeled down in front of the headstone and rested his head on it. Merci put on her shades and waited for most everyone to go on their way before she walked up to Jeff.
"Your brother was a great man." Jeff turned around when he felt a hand on his shoulder. She kneeled down and wrapped her arms around him.
"Thank you." Jeff whispered, placing a hand on the back of her head. It didn't take much for him to figure out who she was. She placed a kiss on his cheek and held his hand before leaving.
Randy watched from behind a tree as she walked off. Underneath that scarf and behind those big black shades, there was no doubt in his mind it was Merci. He clenched his jaw as his eyes followed her. She may have been hurting now, but she didn't know the true meaning of pain, but she was about to find out.