A/N: So I happened to re-watch a bunch of Trish and Jeff's old matches and segments (since wrestling, especially the current women's division sucks IMO), I had the sudden urge to write a fic! This just came to mind and I thought I give it a shot, hoping there is still interest for the pair (I'm a huge fan!). I've written a bunch of Jeff/Trish stories in the past, but I can't remember where I submitted them, and unfortunately don't have any of it saved on my computer. It's been years, so this will be my first Jeff/Trish fic that I'll have on here.

The title of the story is from a song called "Pieces" by Red and you'll see some lyrics in the beginning of each chapter (in a few if not all chapters where I see fit). I DO NOT OWN the WWE nor the characters. This is simply for entertainment purposes. With that said...R&R. Enjoy!

Summary: Jeff Hardy is forced to take time off from the WWE to heal his injuries only to be set back due to his impatience that may interfere with the healing process. He seeks advice from an old friend who suggested yoga, only to ignite suppressed feelings that threatened to appear.

Chapter 1

I'm here again, a thousand miles away from you
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am

Jeff Hardy left WWE headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut after a scheduled meeting with Vince McMahon concerning his future with the company. He had just returned and suffered a herniated disc during a pay-per-view showing a few weeks ago, forcing him to take time off to heal his injuries. Now everything that built up to his anticipated feud with CM Punk must be put on hold and the thought of doing hours and agonizing months of physical therapy instead of devoting his time in the ring and doing what he loves most was difficult to grasp.

As he exited the building, greeting staff and crew members along the way, he took out his cell phone from his back pocket to see he had a new text message from his long-time friend Amy Dumas, known as Lita, who happened to be in town to do a surprise appearance for RAW later on that night. She had finished doing an autograph session and gave him an address to a coffee shop where they agreed to meet.

It didn't take him very long to get to the coffee shop for it was only a few blocks from the headquarters as he spotted Amy inside, sporting her natural brunette hair color with a pair of jeans and a black WWE RAW t-shirt. He walked in and motioned gracefully towards her direction.

"Hey," he greeted in his recognizable warm southern accent as Amy looked up and genuinely smiled at him.

"Hey, Jeff. It's nice seeing you." She briefly got up from her chair to give him a hug. They parted and both sat down, smiling ecstatically at one another. It's been months since they last spoken and it felt rather good to be in each other's company once again. "How have you been?"

"Good, good." He said, nodding his head as a distant sigh escaped from his lips. Amy noticed his solemn behavior as he downcast his eyes with very little to say. Jeff was known to be quiet and laid back, but she knew instantly that something was bothering him. It didn't help either that his actions spoke a thousand words and he simply was oblivious to the fact.

"Okay, Hardy what's going on?" She asked curiously as she comfortably leaned back against the chair with her arms folded across her chest. "And don't say nothing because I know that aint the truth." He lifted his eyes from the table and gave her a crooked smile. They've known each other for years and it would be silly of him to challenge her.

"I'm out for a couple of months."

She frowned, knowing the feeling all too well. "I'm sorry to hear that. Have you started therapy?"

"Yea, but-" he paused in mid-sentenced and groaned as frustration became evident in his fierce emerald eyes. He continued on. "I've done everything right, made sure I was on top of things with my therapy, but my doctor and physical therapist said my return may have to be pushed back. I thought I was making progress, but the whole process is just taking a lot longer than I expected."

"We're no longer in our twenties, Jeff." She smirked as her male companion slightly chuckled at the remark. "And it is going to take some time. You'll just have to be more patient." There was a brief pause as she pursed her lips with a thought in mind. "You should really consider putting yoga in your training. It helped me a lot with my neck injury and I was able to return to the ring earlier than scheduled."

He arched his brow. "Yoga huh?"

"Oh come on, I know you think it's a girly thing. But Randy is doing it, so is Rey. It's very liberating." She added.

He pressed his lips in a thin line. "I'll think about it."

"Well if you are interested, you should talk to Trish. She knows a lot more than I do and she does have her very own yoga studio."

He looked down to conceal the smile that threatened to appear. He never spoke about it, but the mentioned of her name often made his stomach clenched. It has been years since they last spoken or seen each other, and just to hear her name gave him a reaction, one that sent a thousand bolts surging through his veins. For as long as he remembered, since the day he first laid eyes on the Canadian bombshell, he always had a crush on her.

"Jeff?" Amy called out to him after a moment of lingering silence. He snapped out from a fixed trance as he shifted his eyes on her.

"Yea?" He replied blankly.

She smiled. "I know it's not exactly your thing, but I know it will help you."

"No, I'll uh," he grunted, clearing the lump in his throat, "…I-I'll do it."

Amy lifted her eyebrows. "You will?" She spoke in disbelief.

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugged. "It'll probably be good for me."

She nodded, "Well alright then. You should meet up with Trish tonight."

"Tonight?" He wrinkled his forehead in bewilderment.

"Yeah," Amy smiled. "Oh, I forgot to mention. She will be flying here from Toronto for the RAW showing. We're both making surprise appearances."

He slightly parted his lips. This was definitely a surprise. "Oh."

A/N: So, let me know what you think! Thanks for reading and don't forget to leave a review!