It’s really good to hear your voice
Sayin’ my name it sounds so sweet
Comin’ from the lips of an angel
Hearin’ those words it makes me weak

Chris Jericho’s head whipped around and stared at his cell phone laying on the kitchen table. He giggled to himself as the song played. Hearing Matt’s voice in his head saying ‘You’d know it was him by the way the phone rang.’ Chris guessed it was true now that he’d set that song as his ex’s ringtone. He picked up the phone and saw the name glowing back at him from the caller ID. “Would you answer that damn thing already.” Jay Reso said, walking through the kitchen. “I hate that damn song.”

Chris jolted out of his daze. “Yeah sorry.” He said, sparing one more glance at the phone. “I’ll take it in the other room. Band business.” He added, flipping the phone open as he walked away. “Hello?”

“You lied.” The voice that came across the cell phone sounded like the person it belonged to was in some kind of pain.

“What?” Chris said, confusion, and the mere thought of who he was talking to, clouding his brain. “What’d I promise?”

“You said you’d be there when I came back. You’re not gonna be there.” The voice said. “I bet you, if Jay was coming back, you’d be there for him.”

Chris couldn’t believe the pain that was in that voice. And to think that he’d caused it, was ripping his heart out. “Angel, you’re coming back? When?”

“In a couple of weeks.” The voice said, the hurt still showing through. “I just wish you were gonna be there. It just won’t be the same.”

“There’s something wrong.” Chris said, still noticing the pain in the voice. “I know you Jeffrey. There’s something else wrong. What is it? Why are you cryin’?”

That was the last straw for Jeff Hardy. He couldn’t take anymore. “Why the hell did you just call me Jeffrey? You sound like my dad. What ever happened to Jeffie? Why is everyone treating me so grown up and mature. last week, I was still the kid that needed looked after.” Jeff ranted on for a few more minutes, before Chris interrupted him.

“Angel. Hold on.” Chris said, trying to calm Jeff down. “I’m sorry. I thought it used to bug you when I called you Jeffie. That’s why I didn’t do it.”

“Why are you talking so low? Jay in the other room or something?” Jeff said, hoping the disappointment in his voice didn’t show through.

Chris looked over his shoulder and saw Jay sitting at the computer in the other room, eyes glued to the screen. “Yeah.” Chris said, lowering his voice a little more, not realizing before how close Jay was. “He’s on the computer, reading some story off of WOW. It’s some fan fiction archive he’s addicted to. Peter around?”

“No.” Jeff said. “He’s up in Canada, helping D’More train the next superstar in wrestling. To tell you the truth, he’s probably up there with Bobby. Excuse me. Robert. They’ve been spending a lot of time together. I don’t see us being together much longer.”

“Why in hell would he cheat on you?” Chris said, the thought unfathomable. “I couldn’t think of anyone that would be worth loosing you over.”

“You obviously don’t think about Jay to much then.” Jeff said, trying to add a slight chuckle to the comment. “I mean, he does have my spot right now.”

Chris glanced over his shoulder again to make sure Jay didn’t have a clue who he was talking to. “Your spot, huh?” Chris said, letting the smile spread across his face. “As I recall, Jeffie, you gave up that spot because you were sick of being treated like a little kid. It was something like that wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Jeff said, finding it hard not to giggle at the tone in Chris’s voice. It was his mock dad tone. The one he used when he’d joke with Jeff about being a child. “I wanted to prove that I was a man. You see where that got me.”

“So what’s the real reason you called?” Chris said. “I know it wasn’t to call me a liar, or tell me that you’re going back to McMahon hell. What’s on your mind, Angel?”

“I want my spot back.” Jeff said, mustering all the courage he could find. “I’ve found out over the last week that I miss all the things you used to do for me. I want you back.” Jeff’s confession was met with dead silence over the phone. “Chris?” Jeff said, fearing he’d said to much. Again, nothing.

Chris heard a click on the other end. “Jeff?” Chris said, voice still low. “Jeff, you there?” He said again, looking down at his phone, noticing the call ended message. Jeff had hung up on him. His first reaction was to call Jeff back, but Jay’s voice quickly squashed that thought.

“Hey Chris!” Jay bellowed from the other room. “There’s a story on here about you and Triple H.”

“Shit.” Chris said low enough only he could hear it. He knew what he had to do. He still loved Jeff with all his heart and soul, but he had some feelings for Jay too. It didn’t take but a second for Chris to realize, though, that his feelings for Jay were nothing when he thought of the feeling he would get just holding Jeff again. “I’m such an asshole.” He said in the same low tone, walking into the other room to break someone’s heart. “Jay, we need to talk.”

TWO WEEKS LATER

Jeff walked backstage, not believing they wouldn’t even let him win his debut match. It was the same shit as last time he was here. He thought they would let him at least come in a defend his brother’s honor, but that wasn’t even the case. This was definitely not working out the way Jeff had planned. The guys in the back would walk by him and smack him on the back saying ‘Good job, Hardy’, but Jeff paid them little more attention than he would afford a gnat buzzing around his head. He was sitting on a crate in his own little world, wondering how big of a mistake he’d just made.

“You know, Angel, you can thank your brother for making him such a huge star.” Chris said, stepping out of the shadows. “If they wouldn’t let Matt beat him, you should’ve known they weren’t gonna let you.”

Jeff head jerked up and caught sight on the most beautiful vision he’d ever seen. Chris Jericho, standing right in front of him. “Chris!” He almost squealed, throwing his arms around the man he’d never really gotten over in the first place. “I thought you weren’t gonna be here.”

“Hey, I promised didn’t I?” Chris said, picking Jeff up, and starting to carry him in the direction of his locker room. “You still want that spot?”

“Yeah!” Jeff said a little more enthusiastically and quickly than he’d wanted to. “What happened to Jay?”

Chris opened Jeff’s locker room door and walked in still carrying the younger of the two Hardy Boyz. “Well, let’s see. He screamed at me, he punched me, he cried, and then he stormed out. He called me later, though, and said he understood. So everything’s alright, I think. To tell you the truth I don’t care if it is or not. I’m just glad to be here with you.” Chris said, releasing Jeff and patting him on the ass. “Now, go get in the shower and let’s get back to the hotel. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

From the look in Chris’s eyes, Jeff could tell they weren’t gonna read each other their journals that night, so he hurried into the shower stopping just before he stepped in. “Oh Chris,” Jeff said, waiting for Chris’s undivided attention. “I voted for you on Celebrity Duets. Personally I think Marie Osmond is a bitch. You should’ve won.” With that said, and a huge smile plastered on Chris’s face, Jeff stepped into the shower. Hoping he wouldn’t be alone in there for long.