Author's Note: This is based off a prompt given out in the wrestlingslash community on lj. I hope everyone enjoys it and it is an AU, meaning some people might not be who they are in real life, or have the same career.
Jeff blew hair out of his face as he hurried down the hallway toward his locker room, barely making it in time to throw his bag on the bench before Stephanie McMahon waltzed in, a smirk on her face. He had known about the creative meeting he'd had for days but had slept in late and had been barely able to shower before jumping in the nearest cab to get to the arena. It wasn't really his fault, he'd always been forgetful. "Sorry Steph," He apologized quickly, sitting down on the couch he was glad that there was no one around as it was only rehearsal time. If there was anything he hated more than his own forgetfulness it was being chastised in front of other people.
Stephanie smiled somewhat as she sat across from him, "I understand Jeff, but I am trying to run a business. And you are one of the most talented wrestlers here, and I'm afraid we can't have this run end up like your last run. You've been doing so well lately, is there anything I should know?" She asked, tapping her fingers on the folder she was holding in her lap.
Smiling hesitantly Jeff shook his head, annoyed when hair fell into his face. "No, I promise I'm not doing any of that…stuff anymore…I was just so tired I slept in late, and it's not even like I got back to my room late. I think I'm still adjusting to a fuller schedule, what with Survivor series having just ended and all." He explained, "As for my lateness. I'll really try and work on that. Now how about we get onto the creative part of this meeting," He leaned back in his seat.
"Alright so we have a plan right now for you to go for a shot at the tag titles, tagging with none other than Shawn Michaels, and then you will enter a feud with Chris Jericho," Stephanie explained in brief, handing his copy of the complete script over to him. "You'll still get rewrites quite obviously but this is your copy of the rough draft of what will be happening and also your copy of your itinerary for the rest of the month." She stood up, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. "I'll meet with you later this week to discuss what will happen next week on RAW and how we'll begin to get you and HBK together on a firmer level then you were before Survivor Series."
Jeff nodded before flopping back onto the couch when she was out of the room, he pulled out his cell phone and dialled his brother's number, tucking the phone beneath his ear. "Hey Matt, how're you feeling?" He asked, he'd been worrying about his older brother for awhile now, especially since he'd just had an appendectomy not too long ago.
"I'm feeling alright today little bro, less like there's fire inside of me and more of a throbbing ache. The doctors say in about two weeks I should only feel a twinge when I move certain ways," Matt responded. "How did your creative meeting with Stephanie go?" Figures Matt would've remembered, if only he'd given Jeff a call that morning.
"I was barely on time," Jeff responded miserably, he couldn't believe she hadn't taken his head off with how many times he'd been late in the past few weeks. "She was very nice about it, even though she's concerned I'm turning into some raging coke head or something."
Matt sighed over the phone, "You really need to do something about this Jeff, I don't want to see you let go when you've gotten your love of wrestling back. Especially when they're considering giving you such great opportunities and you've been working lots of excellent matches." He paused, as though mulling over something. "Have you ever considered getting a personal assistant?" He asked.
Jeff laughed, "Are you serious? I think you're the one who needs to lay off the medication Matt. No human being is crazy enough to want to deal with me voluntarily on a daily basis other than you, even if I'm paying them well enough to do so." He shook his head, although as the idea sank into his head it did seem like a good one.
"I really do think you should think it over," Matt responded, sound exasperated with his younger brother. "I can't be there for you, to wake you up all the time now and clearly you can sleep through any alarm known to man."
Thinking it over some more Jeff felt bad, the last thing his brother needed right now on top of all his health issues was to have to worry about him, and if he was getting to meetings on time or whether or not he was on the verge of being fired. "Do you know of an agency or anyone I could call who would know anything about that?"
Matt smiled, "Yeah I do," He rattled off the number and took the pills from the nurse who'd just walked into his room. "I've got to get going Jeff, call me later to tell me how it went okay?" He asked.
"Yeah I will," Jeff responded softly, a frown creasing his brows as he heard the pain in Matt's voice. He couldn't stand to hear his older brother sound like that, he'd never been able to. It always brought out some kind of inner fear that something worse could happen, something like what had happened to their mother. "You take care of yourself Matt, I love you." He murmured.
Matt laughed softly, the sound warm and somewhat comforting, making Jeff smile and relax, his older brother would be okay. "I love you too baby brother, now you take care of yourself and call that number so someone else can take care of the business side of you for you. It'll really be a weight on my shoulders," He knew it wasn't nice to use guilt to get Jeff to do something but sometimes it was the only way he could manage it.
Jeff hung up the phone and looked down at the number he'd scrawled on a piece of paper, chewing on his bottom lip as he considered his options. He flipped his phone back open and dialled, humming softly before the phone was picked up.
"You've reach Assistance Required, Chloe speaking how can I help you today?" A professional brusque female voice greeted him.
Pulling the phone back Jeff pressed it back to his ear when he realized he was spending too much time trying to figure out why anyone would name their company that, "Hello, I was wondering if you would be able to find me a personal assistant." He didn't know what else to say, and found his stomach twisting nervously, did he really want to invite someone into his life?
"Alright sir, what kind of career do you have?"
"I'm a professional wrestler ma'am, my name is Jeff Hardy and I live a very busy life," He responded awkwardly, his accent thickening slightly due to his nerves.
A gasp sounded over the phone causing him to smile somewhat, "Well Mr. Hardy would you prefer a male or female assistant?" Chloe seemed barely able to keep her composure, she was clearly a wrestling fan. It was always funny how he managed to find them in every walk of life, no matter where he went.
"I think a male might be best, as this business, despite the female wrestlers is male dominated," He replied to her question easily.
Chloe seemed to be shuffling papers now, "Alright Mr. Hardy, if you wouldn't mind giving me your e-mail or an e-mail where I could reach you I will send you a survey that you could fill out so we could best match your assistant with your personality so there won't be any clashes. Sometimes personal preference can override a professional attitude and I wouldn't want you to be inconvenienced by that."
"Alright I would have no problem doing that, but if my e-mail leaks out at all…." Jeff couldn't help but tease her lightly.
Chloe laughed softly, the sound jittery and nervous. "I would never do that sir, it would jeopardize my career here. We have all signed non-disclosure agreements regarding our more famous clientele. I could send you a copy of it if you'll find it reassures you," She offered. This woman was clearly very good at her job.
Jeff smiled, "That won't be necessary. My e-mail is How long does it usually take for a personal assistant to be chosen for a client?" He asked. "And please call me Jeff."
"It all depends on the criteria you request, usually we can manage to get an assistant to you by the end of the week, all of our staff are equipped to have to travel on a moment's notice," Chloe responded. "Is there anything specific you would like me to note on your file?"
"In my business they should probably like travelling, tell whoever I get not to pack heavy either, items could always be picked up right away. And sadly they might have to be single as I travel almost 340 days of the year, or at least am on the road that much," Jeff replied, trying to think if there was anything else she should note in his file. "Also, no one homophobic please."
Chloe typed those into his file quickly, "I'm sure you'll find that no one on our staff maintains a hateful or discriminatory view towards any other life style si-Jeff. I've just sent off the email with all the information you will need, including our employee code of conduct so that you can see the strict manner in which our assistant's require to work in to keep their jobs as well as the screening process people go through to work here which includes a criminal background check."
Jeff whistled softly as he set up his laptop and opened the email, "You certainly do take care of your clients."
"We do try sir, now if I'll let you go and read through that information, if you email us back this evening or tomorrow with the survey we could start searching for someone for you right away, I'm happy you've chosen us to help you." She told him warmly.
"Thank you very much Chloe, I appreciate this," Jeff hung up the phone and scrolled through the survey, arching his eyebrow at some of the criteria which seemed to be reasonable. This was almost as nerve wracking as signing his second contract for the WWE.
Stephanie knocked on the door and poked her head back in, "I just wanted to let you know your work in the ring has been delayed an hour due to flight mess ups." She arched an eyebrow at him, "What are you doing? I didn't even know you owned a laptop much less used one." She stepped into the room, nosy as always.
Jeff smiled at her, "I'm taking responsibility for my career Stephanie, I'm going to get a personal assistant to help me manage my life on the road." He spread his arms wide, clearly proud of himself.
Crossing her arms over her chest Stephanie cocked her hip and looked at him her blue eyes practically piercing into him. "Matt came up with that idea didn't he?" Her wry tone indicated that she was amused by his pride of an idea that wasn't even his to begin with.
Jeff nodded sheepishly.
"What agency are you using?" Stephanie asked, sitting down next to him on the couch she read over his shoulder, clearly interested.
Jeff scrolled back up to the company logo, "Assistance Required."
Stephanie brightened up, touching his shoulder lightly, "You'll love them, and seriously they are a great agency. Hunter and I use them because you can get personal assistants who have also worked in childcare." She stood back up, "I'm glad to see you are taken incentive. I'll leave you to it, if you get the assistant by Friday that means you probably won't miss anymore meetings," She winked and left the room.
Jeff scrolled back down to his point on the survey and sighed. This was definitely going to be interesting.