What you don't know epilogue:Whichever comes first

WWE, or any of the wrestlers, are mine, so please take your sues somewhere else...


Fenris Mourninstar: Thank you so much for your lovely review, I have to say that, originally, this fic was a one shot PWP, but then my muse started working and well... I got quite a nice story developed, something around 8 chapters top, angsty and all. Building up a personality was tough, I wanted to brake the usual frustated stereotype of Kane, and the shine, goody goody of Matt, but without separating them from what they reflected on Raw, I think I could over do it a bit, Kane being charming and Matt overly depressive, but mostly I think it was nicely done, and I think you agree too... I don't know where the whole Matt/Edge idea came from(just like most the ideas for my fics), but I couldn't let by, what with everyone thinking he was aching for Lita, but if he was, I think he would come back some other way (he came back kicking the crap out of Edge, that tells you he had something personal against him). Anyways, here's the next chapter, hope you like it, and stay in tune, kitten, the good part's yet to come....





Matt woke up with a groan.... and a splitting headache, a whole body ache to be correct. He oppened his eyes, and wasn't surprised to find himself in an overly strange room, he was a wrestler after all, and he was used to sleep in a hotel in a different city every week. What he found strange though was the sound of someone showering coming from the bathroom, or the fact that he wasn't a morning bird, and the alarm clock he had replace Jeff with wasn't in even in the nightstand, next to his face... #And I'm sleeping on the left side of the bed.... I never sleep on the left side of the bed..# Groaning again, he sat up. And took a look of a loggage on a chair. That was defenitely not his, and what's worst, try as he might, he remembered shit of what had happened the night before. He was so deep in his head, searching for a clue, that he never heard the owner of the room exiting the bathroom and entering the bedroon.

"'Bout time you wake up" Matt bolted off the bed, looking for the source of the voice, and found himself staring up at Kane, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips and drying himself with another one, looking at him with a hint of amusing in his eyes, and all he could think of was: What the fuck was he and why was Kane there?? #What the fuck happened last night??? I so so hope Kane and I didnt-- Oh, God, did we--# "Yo!!! Earth to Matt Hardy!!!" Matt startled again, this time finding Kane looking at him laughingly. "Good, thought I lost you for a second there" Then he walked to his bags, pulling some clothes on it, not even bothering to look at the overly shocked look on the boy's face, not that it had minded much, Matt was still a little too confused to notice many things.

"Where am I??" Matt finally asked, his voice low and raspy, hoping not to hear something that was the most likely to happen. #I remember I was drinking, and I remember entering a club.... Cosmos?? Crono?? Osmos?? no, wait, that's not it.... HOMO!!!! yes, that's the one, then I.... what a hell happened then??#

"In my room..." Kane softly said, looking at him, a smile forced back in the edge of his corner, the he let it out, and laughed. "You don't remember anything, do you??" Matt nodded, visibly frightened. Kane uffed out another laugh, and went to the nightstand next to the bed, coming back with a small white bag, and tossed it to Matt. He oppened it, and found himself staring at a pill stripe inside of it. "Bought you some aspirines, you must be having one terrible headache" He was, but that wasn't what worried Matt the most, it was the reason as to why he had woken up in Kane's room.

Kane walked to the bed, and lightly kicked Matt on his leg, silently telling him to move a little a side, then sat down next to him, he took a deep breath before talking "I found you in this club, Homo. Remeber Homo??" Matt nodded. "You were fighting this guy cause he said somethings and--"

"Was I winning?? Matt asked, and Kane just stared. Why would he care if he was winning?? The least of his problems right now should he if he won the danm match, he should be worrying about getting his memory back!!! But, if it helped him....

"You were kicking the crap outta him" He said, and Matt seemed to be proud of that little fact. "Anyways, I pulled you away from him and then--"

"You slapped me!!!" And it all came back to him, he could remember everything that happened, or at least the most importants things, Kane defending him from the Disco guard, their talk, how Kane turned out to be a relatively good companion.... his confessions about Lita, and his very own telling about Edge..... His headache turned into a migrane, how could he say that to Kane?? He barely even knew the guy; he must''ve been real drunk, cause otherwise he would never even mention the danm topic, he didn't like speaking of his personal things, and Edge was, by far, the most personal one; sure Kane had seemed like someone that would understand him, but that ddin't justify him telling him his confidences.

"And you got your memory back..." Kane announced, trying to joke Matt, but the boy didn't seem so joyful, on the other hand, he looked quite pained, almost as if regreting to remember what had happened, he vaguely wondered why would he not be happy about it. All the sudden, his thoughts on Matt Hardy being an intriguing, virtious and worth a hit on from last night turned into he being an overly strange, complicated, not to mention silent person, all it took was five minutes and he was already trying on stupid jokes, and he was severely sorry for himself, for he didn't need someone to bring him even more down than he already was on himself, he needed someone to spark life in to him. He was brought out of his muses by an abruptly exploding Hardy.

"You're not gonna tell anyone, you hear?!?!?!" He demanded, standing up, his attitude a whole twist from the sweet, soft and lightly dark, but still enduring boy he had spoke to the previous night. Kane stood as well, staring down at Matt defiantly, scratch that, not staring, glaring down at him.

"A beg your fucking pardon, but did you just ORDERED me something??" He so did hoped, for Matt's own good, that the kid would take it back. Yet, against all odds, Matt stood his ground, defieantly, not moving an inch. Glaring up at him, with an intensity Kane had only see in the boy while in one of those suicidal moves in main events, and Kane knew Matt wasn´t gonna back out on his words, but he still hoped he would at least ask a little more nicely, for the benefit of not having to brake those pretty lips with his fist.

"Don't. Tell. Anyone. About. Last. Night. Of what I said." Matt repeated himself, slower, with a voice so serious and dangerous it matched the intensity held in his eyes. "Please..." and Kane, though he never said anything, accepted Matt's request, knowing that if there was one of the thing he had learned about suicidals and mad people, was that they didn't say 'please' very often.

"You'd better be more careful, kid" he said, resuming putting his clothes on, not looking at him, almost as if his presence didn't mean anything to him.

"Of what?" Once again, defiance was defenitely palpable on Matt's voice, a part of him telling him he was overreacting, but he didn't care, he was a little too shocked and intimidated by the situation to be rational, or still think Kane was someone he could trust on, and even if he didn't remember anything after entering his car, the other man could pretty danm well put something on his drinks, or abuse him and he couldn't remember. Waking up in Kane's room, and seing him act as though nothing had happened, even laughingly had dragged him to a squeziofrenical state.

"Of what you do with Edge..." Kane simply answered, finishing to put a tshirt on, and when he turned he found Matt glaring at him, looking at him tensely, in a defensive position. #Wonder what the hell happens to him...looks like he's scared of something, probably of waking up in someone you never even talked to's room and find out you've told him some of the biggest secrets of your life. How would you b if it happened to you?# "You know, you've been a little... edging on suicidal lately, a little too extreme, even for you"

"It's not your problem..." How dare he tell him what to do, he didn't know him, he knew a few things about him, but he had no right to stick his nose into his life.

"You're right" Kane said, and walked to the small fridge and oppened it, pulling the bottle of Vodka he had taken from the disco the night before and took a long drink stragiht from the bottle. On Matt's thinking, it was a little too early to drink. A chilll shook Kane's entire body, for a moment he looked like he was break dancing. "Hu!! Hot.... Anyways, you're right. It's not, but I'm not planning to stick my head in your business, take it as a... friendly advice, or a--"

"You're not my friend, and I don't want your advices, thank you, I've been handling this pretty well so far and I can still do it without your help!" Kane, unlike anything he had expected, didn't say a word, in fact, he merely sat down on a nearby chair and stared at him, questionangly, trying to fiugre him out. #Don't be surprised, first you spend a decent, almost friendly night with him, he takes you to his room, a request of you, and even gives you something to kill the hangover, and the first chance you spat in his face how little it all meant to you, even if that's not true, just because you're a little weirded out.# Matt tried to find a way to say something to him, explain his words, but Kane didn't let him.

"What are you doing here, then?" Kane said, expectantly. "If you don't need anyone and you're so capable, why are you still here, listening to me?" Matt didn't know what to say, or how to tear his eyes away from Kane for that matter, he was looking at him as if he could see right throught him, when in true Kane was actually asking him exactly what he was trying to find out, if he was so danm capable of dealing with his problems, how did he happened to end up getting drunk and fighting, not even being able to control himself, almost suicidal in his attacks against Edge, and finally not eve capable of facing a sunsire sober and in his room, remembering everything which had happened the previous night. After a few more tense moments, Matt finally said something, angrily, mad at himself and the other man for seing him so clearly.

"Wasting my time" He said, and walked out the room, leaving Kane alone to poder some more on the kid, but undoutbly, doing some on his own.

He was insane, that had to be it, Matt had to be crazy, there was no other logical explanation to his behavior, he was insane and hurted, and that was not a good combination, and, to top it all, he didn't want anyone to know how wonded his soul was, and that was the worst part of everything, because that meant he kept on acumulatin pain and hatred in his soul, and it was beginning to sip out on anything and anyone to come close to him, or actually talked aabout his situation. Kane sighed, having a good idea of what Matt going through, and knowing where he would end if he kept going that way: Self-destruction. Matt's feelings, and being as intense and passionate as he was, were a time bomb against himself. He hoped, though it wasn't very likely, that the older Hardy would, at the least, take a few minutes to think about what he had said.

He had acted like a dumbass, and he was fully aware of it, even as he arrived to the hotel on his recently rescued motorcycle, Kane didn't deserve those words, he had simply tokd him what he thought, and was entirely right for that matter, he was being a little too extreme, not thinking things most of the time, letting anger and hunger for revenge take over him, and edge didn't deserve that much pain, he needed to calm down, try and calm his raging emotions... and apologize to Kane as soon as he could, because he had been unfair to him, he had, after all, told him about him and Edge for a reason, because, even if a little drunk, he seemed to understand him some, or at least be wiling to listen, something no one had done ever since he had come back, everyone who came close would just talk and say how he should let it go, or how irrational he had been, and none had actually sit down and listen to him speak out his heart, like Kane had done the previus night, but he had been too caught up in himself and too stupidly defensive about what had happened, he had technically spat at Kane how he didn't care for his good feeling and actually slapped him right across the face harder than how Kane had slapped him. #I'll talk to him next Monday... and I'll try to control myself some more, he's right... I don't know what I'm doing most the time, and if I keep paying attention to those two, they'll end up killing--#

"--when you told me you loved me" Lita. Matt ran for the nearest hideout, which happened to be one of the large columns of the looby, just as Edge and Lita happened to walk into the lobby, hand in hand, talking to each other lovingly. "I, mean, you and Matt had been together for years, but still... I'm glad you did, baby" He could hear the so familiar sound of Edge moaning into the kiss, and could almost feel Edge's mouth against him, his tongue seeking entrance into his mouth, dancing in a sensual dance, his hands on his body, teasing him, arousing him, holding him tight aginst his body... Edge was a terribly good kisser. " I love the way you kiss me"

"I've got a few very nice references" Edge's voice was as cocky and bluffing as usual, he was amazed how confident the blond was. "All my lovers have said some very nice things about my oral skills"

"I know, you told me Matt always told you how great you kissed" Oh, great, Edge actually told Lita about their intimacy. #I can't believe this... I have never, never said a word on how our intimate life was, not even to Jeff,and listen to him, praising on the things I had told him I liked about him. Bastard,#

"Yeah, too bad he wasn't the only one enjoying it" Matt's fists tightened, oh how he wanted to get himself over there and brake his 'amazing' lips. "He was a substitute, baby, a really great fuck of a substitute, but a substitute nonetheless, just like the others" #Others....# Matt's eyes watered at the words, but he held the tears back, how many more blows he had to take from Edge before it wasll over?? "You've always been the one for me, and now that I have you..."

"Now that you have me, whatcha gonna do with me?"

"I'm never gonna let you go" He promised, and Matt could remember everytime he had told something similar to him, and laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, baby, don't ever let me go..." and he could hear them walking away.

Reason gone, Matt watched them go, Kane's words forgotten, previous thoughts erased. His mind was dead set on one thing. Revenge. He was to get back at them, Edge would pay, for cheating him like a slut, treating him like a 'substitute' for all these years, not only with Lita but with some other people he knew shit about, for not ever caring for him at all, while he would willing and happily give his life for him. No matter how he did it, how much blood he had to spill, and how many times he had to take it to the extreme, Edge would regret the very moment he decided to play him.


Kane could only sit on his chair, motionless, just like everybody else in the room, as he looked at the monitor of what was happening on Raw: Matt had just went into Edge's match and had been viciously trying to hit him fruitlessly, Edge was avoiding each of his hits and hitting a few good ones, but rage and emotion was pushing Matt up and ahead, and Edge was more calculating, waiting for the desperate attack, and surprising Matt, he had dogded, and Matt ended slamming his head against the turnbukle pipe, and as result of that he bumped back, but turned in the process, only to be almost spilt in half by one of the most savage spears Edge had ever done, it hadn't only hit Matt, but he had dragged the boy, back against the turnbuckle, and all he could do was yell, and then he was gone, when Edge had moved back Matt fell to the floor, heavily, his body shaking randomly in a convulsive way, and Edge began celebrating his victory over him, then he had gone out of the ring, and taken half the metal stairs, tossed it back in and went back into the ring. Stading next to him, Edge smiled down at him, and raised the steps high in the air, Lita smiling evilly as well from ring side. He let the stair fall ontop of Matt

Kane stood up, and went to the platform, he didn't know what the hell Edge was planning do with those steps but he wasn't going to let it happen, even if a part of him reminded him of Matt's words just a few days ago.

"Holy shit, Matt made it out!!" Kane stopped, and looked back at the monitor, to find a dizzy looking Edge not on the ring, but on ringside, dropping to the floor unceremously, Lita with a worried look on her face, and Matt holding on to the ropes, trying to get up. #What the hell?# As if a prayer, a replay was shown, and then there was Matt, laying on the ring, as Edge victoriously went for the ropes, and as he scaled the ropes Matt's hands grabbed a hold of the stairs, he knew Edge's fighting style too well, and when Edge jumped, targeting him with a super elbow, Matt tossed the steps and quickly moved away, hitting him square on the arm and part of his head, and he bounced back, his body falling on the ropes, to have him fall down to the ringside, and when he did his face slammed against the annonced table, and his body bounced back, standing warily for only two seconds before he fell down unceremously.

The replay was over, and now Lita was kneeling next to Edge, checking him, and helping him stand up when she saw he was still a little more in than out. But neither took a look at Matt, who had already stood up with the help of the rope, and as soon as he saw them he ran, and jumped, flying over the third rope and falling on top of them both, just as Edge had managed to stand up with Lita's help, and all three of their bodies, yet mostly Edge's and Lita's went right throught the announcing table. A common cheer from all the wrestlers filled the room Kane was in, but he didn't cheer, not while he could see Matt's body convulsing lightly, and he had managed to get a cut on his forehead, blood pouring down from it. Matt was knocked out, he could see it even from the monitor, he had been more unconscious than here, with the living, when he had done the steps and the jump move, more out of instint and reflexes than anything else, and the way he had began to attck Edge, when he had interrupted the match, clearly yelled 'not thinking straight', and you didn't go into a fight like that against a wrestler, specially someone like Edge, and he didn't like that. The kid was looking for his death.

And as the paramedics took Matt, Edge and Lita out of the ring, Kane took a drastic, final desicion, Matt's behaviour was a desperate, yet silent cry for help, and even if Matt didn't want to listen to his advice, even if it wasn't his problem, the kid would have to listen to him and get some sense into head. Even if he had to beat all the sense in himself, he was the only one around him righ tnow knwoing the real source of his pain, and therefor the only one to put some concret arguments about it as well.#Get ready, Matt, your self-destruction phase is coming to an end....#

His whole body ached, his head was swirling and nothing was very much clear as he walked to his locker room, he may have been able to joke the doctors, but he wasn't able to joke himself, he was in bad shape, he almost wished going back and let the doctors do his work, but right now all he wanted was the whisky bottle inside his bag and get lost, not think about anything else but forgetting about his pathetic existence for the next few hours. He had left Edge and Lita still unconcious on an ambulance, to be taken to a hospital, he kicked the crap out of them, but he didn't feel like a winner, on the contraire, he felt like a scum, even with the few person he had found on the way to his locker room who had cngratulated him, he felt like he had lost rather than won.

He entered his locker room, locking the door behind him and went to his bag, letting himself fall down next to it, resting his head on his hands, trying to get past the swirling and the headache. He spent quite a consiredable amount of time like that, even almost fell asleep, but he shook his head, prying off the sleep. He raised his head, and found out that he could see straight now, though the pain in his body had yet to sway away. Reaching for his bag he oppened it and pulled out the whisky bottle inside of it. He took up to five drinks in one shot. When he lowered the bottle, he felt his troath was burning due to the alcochol, and he could feel the licor burning its way down his body. #Good. Maybe I'll finish myself off tonight with this. I just got my 'revenge', and I feel like the loser, like a pile of shit, and there!! I don't think anyone could be any more pathetic.# He took another long drink from the bottle, dark thoughts still runinng through his head.

Kane walked to Matt's locker room and turned the handle, to find it locked. #No way a door's gonna stop me.... I'm gonna kick some sense into him tonight... and if he's having sex with God knows who then I'll just blush furiously, say 'hot ass!!' and get out!!# He kicked the door oppened, and found Matt sitting on the floor, in a corner of the room, looking up at him shockingly, and Oh, surprise, with a bottle of Whisky in hand. He began walking straight for him. "Kan--"

"Get your ass up from there!!" He pulled him up by his clothes, the almost empty bottle dropping from Matt's hand and braking as it hit the ground. Matt stared at Kane confusedly, he never thought Knae would present himself infront of him, not after the way he had talked to him. #Maybe he came here for some payback. Great, I need some good unconciousness# "I don't know what the flying fuck's going through your head, kid, but I'ma kick it out your skull and get some fucking sense into you!!!" Matt began to struggle inmediately, kane started trying to control him.

"Fuck you, I don't need no sense!! I need you to leave, so I can think!!"

"Think?!?!" Kane exclaimed, tossing the struggling boy to the floor, he glared down at him, keping his ass on the floor with his eyes. "I don't know what you seing now, Matt, but the only thing you haven't done for the last month would be thinking!! Of least not of yourself, and that's why I'm gonna get you to thinking of yourself, wether you like it or not."

"Fuck you, Kane, get out of here!!" Matt saw Kane's features turn into a scowl, a very nasty scowl, and even if he felt like kicking and screaming his way away from the bigger man, something held him down on the spot, Kane looked amazingly scary, like, glaring down at him like that, it sent shivers up and down his spine, making him wonder what the other man was thinking. #That's it, Matt, you blew it, you angered the monster.... he was just trying to help you, and doing a great job at it, but you were just too danm proud and self-centered to appreciate it, and now.... Dear god, what's he gonna do to me now#

"I'll get out" Kane whispered, and, in flash, grabbed, once again, a hold Matt's tshirt. "but you're coming with me...." And the next thing Matt saw was Kane fist coming straight to him, he didn't even have time to ponder on how hard he'd hit, for it all went black a second later.....


Mh: Dear god, she's gonna kill me...
Ck: Not really, just torture you some....
K: Really?? With whip, chains and wax and leather clothes and all??!! (Mh and Ck just stare)
Mh: SAVE ME!!!! Please, don't pair me up with this monster!!!
K: Oh, don't worry, you gonna love it... right Ck??
Ck:How should I know??
K: How should you know?? You dream about it every night
Mh: Dear god, it's a weirdos convention...
Ck: How do you know my dreams.... nightmares!!!! How do you know my nihgtmares?!?!
K: I'm a fictionalized character, I live in your head along with the rest of the character of your fics!!!
Mh: But yo the only wierdo to spy her... intimate dreams
K: Na-ah... Seto and Yami do it too.... and Quatre, the kid's got a mind for bondage you'd never think of....
Ck: THIS IS A HARASSMENT!!!!!!! A violation of privacy!!! How dare you?!?!?!
K: Me?? It wasn't me who found out about it.
Ck: I want you out of my dreams, and my head... now!!!
K: Good, then, stop writing, and let all your fics go....
Ck: On the other hand, you might as well walk into the dreams anytime you want from now on.....
K: I knew you'd see things my way!!!!
Mh: Hey, Ck....
Ck: Yes, Matt??
Mh: Could you... try and dream of Derek Jeter again tonight??
Ck: If you walk into a dream where DJ's in I swear to god I'll pair you up with Viscera!!!
V: Walk into it, walk into it.... or maybe you want me to show some sexy moves to you, just on top of Matt.
Ck: Dear god, get out of here, and my head!!!!! I would never think of you for any fic!!! MENTAL PICTURE!!!!!!!