~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lyrics are Never Tear Us Apart by INXS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart

I..........I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart

We could live for a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I'd make wine from your tears

I told you
That we could fly
Cause we all have wings
But some of us don't know why

I..........I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart

I don't ask me
I was standing
You know it's true
You were there
Worlds collided
Two worlds collided
We're shining through
And they could never tear us apart

You don't ask me
You were standing
You know it's true
I was there
Worlds collided
Two worlds collided
We're shining through
And they could never tear us apart

*** Takes place three months after the first story ***

Dwayne was sitting on a bar stool in an almost empty bar not far from the arena he had just left after his latest appearance on Raw. He'd walked into the darkened bar and headed straight for the jukebox putting in a twenty and selecting only one song to play over and over. His song, Chris' song, their song, though it had been apparent tonight backstage that as far as Chris was concerned there was no "us" referring to the two of them anymore. All he could see was the big muscled physique of his new love, Dave Bautista. "The Rock" Dwayne Johnson was just someone from his past.

He could see them even though they weren't anywhere near him. Chris looking up at Dave with that… look in his eyes that he had only given Dwayne before. That look of love, devotion, worship. It was supposed to be their look, but now he was giving it to Dave and Dwayne had gotten left out in the cold. Draining his beer and his shot he tapped them both on the bar throwing a few bills down for another of each deciding that the only thing he wanted to do now was crawl into a bottle and never come out.

He felt someone climb up on the stool next to him more that saw them. Not in the mood for fans he stubbornly ignored them hoping only that they would decide him rude and go away. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the bartender come over and saw the money slid across the bar. The black painted fingernails caught his attention as they obviously belonged to a man rather than a woman, but it was the soft southern drawl that really got his attention. "Ginger ale please," the soft voice requested and Dwayne couldn't not look any longer.

Turning his head he frowned looking at Jeff Hardy's profile. He would have spoken and asked Jeff what he was doing there, but the young man had yet to look at him. Instead he smiled softly at he bartended nodding and thanking him for the ginger ale then took a sip as his fingers caught a pretzel out of the bowl near him popping it in between his lips and into his mouth. "Since when do you drink ginger ale?" Dwayne finally asked not stopping to think how rude the question sounded.

Jeff didn't answer immediately instead popped another pretzel into his mouth and only after it was completely chewed and swallowed being chased with a swig from his drink did Jeff decide to respond. "Since I decided that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life fucked up and stoned. Since I realized that my life had been destroyed by my own hands. Since I decided to take responsibility for my actions. Since when do you drink like there is no tomorrow?"

Dwayne scowled at the question and turned his head again ignoring Jeff and draining his beer and shot. "None of your fuckin' business fairy boy," Dwayne finally shot back meanly only Jeff just chuckled softly seemingly unaffected by the harsh words. "You wanna insult me Dwayne you should know by now that you're gonna have to do a lot better than fairy boy. As you well know my brother's been callin' me much worse for years. And you don't need to answer me if'n you don't want to. I know the answer anyway. "

Dwayne grunted shaking his head. "Oh you do huh? So tell me Oh Wise Hardy Boy Brother Fucker, Why am I drinking like there is no tomorrow?" Again Jeff's lips twitched and he took his time before answering. "Because you think there is no tomorrow. You people at the top all think you are invincible. You get everything you want. Like you for example, your wrestling career has been almost immaculate. Vince gave you anything you wanted. You even got the upper hand on his pet fuck Paul Levesque. You were invincible there so you went to Hollywood and in accordance with the rest of your life things seemed to just fall into place. The two movies you have stared in so far have been box office hits. You have millions and millions of fans… this time literally. You are adored by everyone around you… except the ONE PERSON that you really needed to adore you.

"See you thought that you could just go to Hollywood and be the huge action star and Chris would just sit around like the good little woman and wait for your return. Only that didn't happen. I guess Chris didn't get the "Give the Rock everything he wants" memo cause he got bored and heart sick and dumped your ass. He moved on and is sickeningly in love with Dave Bautista, whom is your second problem.

"Dave, unlike the other fools that are in love with Chris wasn't and isn't and never will be afraid of you or Paul or anyone because he knows that he is just as big and bad and wonderful as the rest of you. He stole your man and doesn't lose a single second of sleep over it, because in his mind you had already thrown Chris away.

"Thus leading us to your third problem, you know deep down where you put the things that you don't wanna admit that you are the reason you lost Chris. You left him way before he started fucking Dave. You went to Hollywood and got caught up in the "scene" and fucked everything up. You're fucking anything that walks man or woman. You're drinking like a fish and because I know the signs you are snorting anything that you can stuff up your nose because that is what they do there. If you wanna be one of the big boys you gotta play like one of the big boys.

"You are already fucked and you don't even know it. The sad thing is you aren't going to get over this anytime soon. You're gonna take a header down Nowhere Lane and end up at the bottom of a place you don't even know exists yet, all for a man that you were never meant to spend forever with in the first place."

Dwayne's lips curled into a snarl and shoving back from the bar he lowered his head until it was next to Jeff's. "Screw you Hardy Boy." Jeff calmly finished his drink setting the glass down on the bar top waiving the bartender away who had started down at the sign of trouble. "That Dwayne would be the smartest thing you could possibly do. Cause see I know where you are headed. I been there and I survived. I ain't worried about you being bigger than me or what you are doing when you ain't with me. If you so choose to fuck everyone in California that is your choice, but I hope you know that I have no qualms in fucking other people as well. I am not Chris Irvine and I never will be. I am a wrestler that also likes to sing, and it is true that I would like to be a lot of things; but, my heart won't break if I ain't ever anything more than me. I am going back to the WWE and I am even going to fight Chris. Not because he is your Ex, but because he is a helluva wrestler and it will make for a helluva fight and by the time I get done with those people they will think HBK was a lightweight compared to what I will accomplish.

"The smartest thing you could do is make sure I am at your side while you take this roller coaster ride you have started, because I may be the only person that can get you off of it when you're ready. 'Cause if you want to get through this with your reputation intact then you're gonna have to be very discrete cause I don't think that you can be a junkie and the people's champion too. "

"I'm not a junkie," Dwayne snarled and Jeff just smiled at him indulgently. "Of course not, Dwayne, but you will be before this is done." Dwayne spat in Jeff's face. "FUCK YOU HARDY!" As Dwayne tried to stomp past, Jeff caught his arm moving to stand chest to chest with the much bigger man, "No Dwayne it will be fuck you because I ain't taking any risks of catching something deadly from your skanky cock. That is condition number one. Condition number two is that I am clean and I am sober and I am going to stay that way. So you will not force alcohol on me or spike my drinks with drugs or anything else, because if you do you will find out just what happens when you piss off a good ol' southern boy. Now, you aren't in any condition to drive dear. Why don't you come with me and we can get your car in the morning."

Dwayne never figured out why he didn't just floor Jeff right then and there, although he would many times before he was again clean and sober. For some odd reason though he followed Jeff out of that bar and he lived under the conditions that Jeff sat that night as his life spiraled down the toilet, but never once did Jeff leave his side, even when he should have. Even when he knew that Dwayne's heart still longed for Chris.

The End!

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