Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! All the names, trademarcs, ect. Are all property of Vince McMahon and WWE, I'm just a geek that loves Jeff/Trish and wanted to write a little something in my spare time. Thanks for reading!!

"We should get jerseys cause we make a good team, but yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league."

Must Have Done Something Right - Relient K

It was late in the afternoon on the kind of Monday that made Trish wish she could have stayed in bed with a warm blanket and a good book. Rain fell heavily from a grey and overcast sky in big drops that clung to her coat and stuck in her hair as she made her way from her car toward the arena; Granted the rain was nothing like the freezing cold Canadian snow that she was used to it, but paired with the wind it chilled her.

Pulling open the large back door she went into the arena and was greeted with a sudden wave of warmth that put the smile back on her face. Shrugging off her jacket and draping it over her arm she started down the halls, moving about with ease; She found that the more traveling she did and the more arenas she had been in and out of the easier it was getting for her not to get lost. What made that even more true was that tonight's arena happened to be one of her favorites - there was always something magical about Madison Square Garden.

She was excited for her match for that night, and as she continued down the hall towards catering she was smiling brightly. Working with Amy was always fun, that girl could do amazing things in the ring, and she had a way of making her competition look even more talented. Grabbing a bottle of water out of the cooler at the far end of the room she looked around the nearly empty room which was lined with long tables and folding chairs, there were plenty of empty seats but one in particular caught her eye. Moving across the room quickly she pulled out a folding chair across from Matt, he looked concerned and for a moment that concern faded to a smile as he looked up hopefully.

"Oh..Trish.." The tone in his voice, and now the look on his face, was obvious, he had been hoping for someone else. "I thought maybe you were Amy, she's been feeling sick since this morning. I was hoping she was feeling better."

At this point Trish's' smile disappeared as well. If Amy was sick it was going to be hard working a match with her, not because Amy wouldn't give her all, but because a match was draining on someone that was feeling fine, never mind someone that wasn't.

"I'm sorry to hear she's not feeling good, have you talked to Vince or the creative team? Maybe they could come up with something for tonight."

Matt nodded "They're trying to come up with something, they're tossing around a few ideas, but…" he paused for a moment and looked down at his watch. "they're going to have to put a move on it, there's only about 45 minutes until your match."

Trish thought for a few minutes as she sat with Matt, sipping idly from her water bottle. There had to be something simple that they just weren't thinking of, it seemed as though the answer was right in front of her…and then she realized it was. "What if it was a tag match?…An intergender tag match?"

Matt looked at her with a wide smile, and practically jumped out of his seat at the idea. "Perfect! I'll be able to help Amy and keep an eye on her, but…who are you going to tag with?"

Looking up her eyes met Matt's and he looked to happy for her to even think about raining on his parade. She honestly had no idea who she would ask to be her partner but she just smiled "Don't worry about that. You just go tell Vince and the creative team that we've got in under control, check in on Amy and I'll meet you two out there with my partner. "

Getting up Matt rounded the table and gave her a quick hug before starting off down the hall.

Trish sat at the table for a few moments, resting her head in her hands trying to figure out who she would ask. Getting up she let out a frustrated sigh, slammed the chair back into it's place, and started down the same hall Matt had moments before. Choices ran through her mind as she moved down the cluttered hall, past the equipment boxes and a few superstars that were hanging out going over last minute match details. Also in the hall were a few superstars that she was sure weren't busy and as such she asked them first. Jericho smiled at her over Christian's shoulder while they both declined, noting that her asking so last moment wouldn't give them time to warm up or get into gear, and it was while she was muttering under her breath bitterly, and forcing herself to smile back at Chris that she failed to notice him.

He was sitting on a fold out chair with his head leaning back against the wall, his eyes were closed, and his legs were stretched out, while he listened to the loud music that was pouring out of his MP3 player. She would've seen him if she had been paying attention, if she had been focused on what was in front of her instead of on her match, or being angry at Chris for the stupidly charming smile he had given her and the help he couldn't, but she was distracted . Once she did turn her attention back to what was in front of her it was already to late., she fell gracelessly over the outstretched feet, bumping her head on the floor in the process and causing the man to jump out of his chair.

Looking up from where she was in a heap on the floor the first thing she saw was two bright green eyes looking down at her, surrounded by a mass of Technicolor hair. "Jeff…?" She looked up at him, feeling a little hazy as she focused on his figure in front of her, but the haziness only lasted a moment or so and once it wore off her cheeks immediately began to turn a fierce shade of pink.

As she began to scramble to sit up Jeff was bending down a little so that he was almost eye level with her, "Trish, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" His voice was soft, and a little shaken with concern as he stretched out a hand to help her up.

Taking his hand she let him help her back to her feet and quickly began dusting herself off, wiping her hands on her jeans before trying to fix her now disheveled blonde hair by pushing strands out of her chocolate brown eyes and tucking them behind her ear.

"I'm okay." She smiled up at the slightly taller man, a touch of blush still showing on her richly tanned skin, she couldn't believe she had tripped over him like that.

"I'm so sorry," He repeated, as he wound the cord of the earbuds around the MP3 player and stuffed it into his pocket. "If there's anything I-.."

She cut him off, "Really, Jeff it's my fault. I should've been paying attention, but I'm just so distracted by the change in my match tonight."

"Oh?"

She frowned a bit, "Matt's going to tag with Amy since she's not feeling well"

To that Jeff nodded "Matt mentioned she's been under the weather."

"Did I hear my name?" Matt appeared suddenly beside the two of them, a slight smile on his face as he leaned an arm over Jeff's shoulder.

Trish smiled back at Matt and as she was looking up at him she caught a glance at the clock that hung in the hall, it was getting late and she really needed to get going. At this point she was hardly going to have time to get changed into her ring gear and have a few minutes to stretch out again, never mind look for a partner. A deep sigh escaped her as she looked away from the clock and back at the two men that stood before her "I should go try to find someone." She forced a smile and pushed a few resilient strands of her honey hair out of her face " I don't have much time left and I've still got to go get changed."

"You have no partner?" The words came out in more of a surprised tone than Jeff wished they would, but he couldn't believe she was still looking for someone so last minute.

"I thought you would've found someone by now," Matt chimed in, now turning to take a look at the clock for himself. "You're never going to have time…I'll find someone for you.." He offered, "You go get changed, and head down to the ring, don't worry about it."

She began to shake her head, that was simply to much to ask of him. She was sure he was busy getting himself ready the match and she didn't want to distract him with her problems, but the older Hardy brother persisted.

"I insist.." Matt continued, his eyes and his genuine smile were suddenly very convincing and the thought of not having to worry about finding a partner was calming.

"You're sure?"

"If I couldn't do it I wouldn't offer."

"No Snitsky?"

"No Snitsky."

"Thanks a million Matt, I'll see you out there" the petite blonde said as she wrapped her arms around him "and good luck tonight Jeff," she added quickly before darting off down the hall.

"You too…" Jeff called after her.

The boys watched Trish leave and then it occurred to Jeff that he had to get going too, his match was next and he could already see the stagehand by the curtain looking desperately at him and tapping her watch. Matt moved his arm from around his brother and patted Jeff on the shoulder. "I'll see you later."

Jeff nodded as he started away from Matt and took his spot behind the curtain, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a few seconds to release a little energy before his music hit and he disappeared through the curtain and into the sea of screaming fans.

Matt started down the hall and began looking around right away but all of the people he encountered were busy prepping for that nights match, celebrating their latest victory, or licking their wounds. He saw now why it was more of a difficult task than he had thought, he'd already gotten a no from Edge, and Carlito, and was now on his way to ask Cena - who was on his down the hall with bags over his shoulders.

"Hey, John - you have a second?

"Sure Man." John dropped his bags and took a sip out of his water bottle. "What's up?"

"Amy is sick, so her match tonight is going to be an intergender tag match, against Trish. I'm going to tag with Amy, but Trish doesn't have a partner."

John looked down and shook his head, "Damn, I would've loved to but I've got a flight to catch, I'm shooting a Wrestlemania commercial tomorrow and…" he looked down at his watch. "I'm already kind of running a little late."

Matt sighed "It's cool. I understand, have a safe trip."

"Thanks." John smiled back at him and picked up his bags before heading down the hall and out the back door, once he had vanished Matt turned and continued up the hall grumbling a little.

With only a few minutes left to their match Matt ran back to check on Amy, she was ready to go and seemed to be feeling a little better as they walked together towards the curtain, passing Shelton Benjamin and Chris Masters as they returned from their match. Matt was hoping to catch Trish but as she came out of the Divas locker room and started towards gorilla Matt's music hit and Amy began pulling him through the curtain and down to the ring. He had failed Trish, and as he heard her music begin and saw her coming down the ramp - beautiful, bubbly, and unaware that she had no partner - he felt horrible.

The majority of the locker room was watching from the backstage area waiting to see who Matt had managed to be scraped as Trish's' partner, but they weren't the only curious ones. Trish stood on the apron and looked up at the ramp waiting for someone's music to begin, but there seemed to be an eternity of awkward silence that followed. It was just like the WWE to try and make her mystery partner seem more exciting by making the crowd wait for his entrance - but it didn't come, and then it became painfully obvious to everyone what was going on. Trish turned around and looked at Matt who was frowning, her heart sank.

The Ref looked impatiently at Matt and Amy and then his eyes turned to Trish, who said the only thing she could think of.

"Just ring the bell, we'll go with it."

As the bell rang and as Amy and Trish stepped in the ring someone who had been watching backstage decided that he had to do something to help. Running through the backstage area he passed superstars and stagehands as he made his way towards the curtain. Bursting out of the curtain and down the ramp, causing the fans to explode with excitement, he ran up the steal steps and took his place on the apron. The sudden pop from the fans had been encouraging to Trish, who at this point was unaware of the man that was now standing in her corner, and took the cheers to heart.

At this point in the match Amy had taken the momentum and the Irish whip she just delivered sent Trish flying into her corner, knocking her off her feet, and leaving her sitting in the ring with her back against the bottom and middle ropes. She was looking a crestfallen as she sat there contemplating her next move, and that's when she felt a semi-callused hand reach out and settle softly on her shoulder. The Ref signaled a tag and Trish looked up in shock only to be met with familiar green eyes and bright blue hair.

"Jeff..?"

"We've got to stop meeting like this." He said, flashing a smile and stepping into the ring while Trish got up and both she and Amy stepped out.

Matt joined his brother in the ring and the two went back and forth for a few more minutes, the crowd was really getting behind Jeff and it wasn't long before he hit the Hardyac Arrest. As Matt was getting up from that Jeff ran back to his side of the ring and tagged in Trish, who then hit the chick kick and pinned Matt for the win.

Amy and Matt ducked out of the ring and started towards the back while Trish and Jeff had their hands raised in the ring, During the entire time they were in the ring celebrating their victory Trish couldn't stop looking over at Jeff, wondering why he had done what he did, his match earlier that night had surely drained him.

When the ref dropped their hands Trish moved towards Jeff with a smile and wrapped her arms around him. "Thanks." She said, feeling his arms wrap around her, his warmth surrounding her.

A few seconds passed and she let go, but he held to her looking down with the kind of genuine smile that made his eyes light up and her heart melt a little "Anytime." He whispered before backing away and starting up the ramp a few steps ahead of her.

Trish hurried up the ramp and caught up to Jeff, grabbing him gently by the shoulder once that had both passed through the curtain. He turned and looked at her, the expression on his face made it clear that he was thoroughly exhausted, making her even more grateful for his help.

"I know you've got to be tired…" she began.

He nodded ran his hands over his forehead, pushing strands of bright hair out of his eyes.

"but I'm sure you're hungry too, and I'd really like to do something to say thanks. If you don't have plans with Matt and Amy I'd…" she hesitated for a moment. "Well…how does dinner sound to you?"

"I don't have plans Trish, and I'd love to go but… have you seen me eat after one match? It's awful, never mind two matches. I really couldn't do that to you."

"But you are hungry?" she pressed.

"Starving."

"Then I would really appreciate it if you'd let me do something to say thanks."

He laughed softly as he looked at her, "you would appreciate it if I let you take me out?"

She nodded this time.

He sighed defeatedly and a hint of a smile made an appearance on his face "I'm not going to win this am I?"

"Not a chance." She smirked

His hands fell away from his hair and dropped carelessly to his side, looping his thumbs in his belt holes "I just need a quick shower, I'll meet you out here in a little bit is that okay?"

"Sure thing."

Jeff turned and started down the hall, only to stop a few steps away as Vince approached him.

"Great job tonight," The chairman began in his gruff tone. "We were all really impressed with what went on out there. The creative team is working on a angle to put you and Trish together, similar to Matt and Amy - you two make a great team."

Jeff nodded and after a quick pat on the back from Vince he took a few more steps down the hall and into the locker room.

The reason Vince had stopped Jeff made Trish very curious, and as she showered, got dressed, and packed up her things she spent a lot of time hoping that Vince wasn't angry at Jeff for running out to help her.

When Trish exited the Divas locker room in her jeans and stratusfaction tee she was a little surprised to see Jeff already outside the door waiting for her; He was handsome all cleaned up in his Hardy Boyz shirt and cargo pants with his bright hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Hey." He smiled, taking her bag from her and tossing it over his shoulder. "Ready to go?"

"I sure am, any idea as to what you're in the mood for?"

"Not really." He said shaking his head, "I'm not too picky."

As they started out of the arena curiosity got the best of Trish, she was dying to know what Vince had said and since Jeff wasn't bringing it up she figured she would give it a shot, worse thing that could happen was he could say that Vince was mad, or that he didn't want to talk about it. "That's cool. Um..hey Jeff, when Vince stopped you earlier he wasn't mad or anything was he?"

Jeff laughed softly. "Hardly. He wants us to work together more, said we make a great team."

She had to really try to contain her excitement. She loved the idea of working with Jeff, they had always gotten along great. Following Jeff to his rental car she could feel her heart was bouncing around in her chest, but she didn't want to look like a complete goober so she tried to play it cool "Oh, and what do you think about that?"

"I like the idea, we kicked ass out there tonight and Vince is right; We make a great team." Jeff replied, throwing the bags into the trunk before rounding the car and slipping into the drivers seat. "What about you, what do you think about it?"

Trish was thankful just then that she and Jeff were in the dark confines of the car because she found herself blushing a little from his response. Looking over at the Extreme Enigma she smirked, "I agree, we do."