Chapter Four Disclaimer: Same disclaimers from before apply. Anyone you recognize, I do not own. Vince and Jarrett ordered me to stay away from Matt and Jeff Hardy, because of the last time I hopped a guardrail to get to Matt. /LOL/. So anyway, enjoy the chapter! Also, props go out to my friend Amanda, for the ending to this chapter!

The avoiding of each other was a lot easier before the lovemaking than the avoidance afterwards. Krys quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, where she took a shower in tears. After she got out of the shower, she walked back into her bedroom to see a sleeping Matthew, so she dressed in a corner of the room.

When Matt awoke around eleven, Krys was there to greet him. "We have less than an hour to get outta here," she said, tossing him a pair of jeans and a mesh top. "Get showered, get dressed, get your shit, and let's get the hell out of here."

"What…" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's after eleven," she said. "Remember, you said you wanted to get out of here by noon? Well, thanks to the morning escapades, we have less than an hour to get our stuff together, and check out of here before our plane leaves at one. Hurry, Hardy, I refuse to drive from Detroit to Cincinnati." As she spoke, Krys turned her gaze away from Matt, and focused her attention on getting her clothes into her suitcase.

While he was in the shower, Krys folded her clothes as neatly as she could, then placed them into the suitcase. The last articles of clothing that were to be placed into the suitcase was the clothing she wore at Survivor Series, the black booty shorts, and the "Love Does Not Die" shirt, and wanted to cry.

Feeling herself tear up, she closed her eyes quickly, and took a deep breath. I'm not going to cry, I'm NOT, she thought to herself. I can't keep living a lie anymore. Matt doesn't want me. He never did. He looks at me, he sees a mistress. I look at him, I see a boyfriend or a husband, with kids around him. It's sickening. She folded up the shirt, and stuffed it under the rest of the clothes in the suitcase. Love does not die, my ass. Fuck love.

She grabbed her coat, and put it on. Just as Matt was coming out, thankfully fully clothed, and drying off his hair, Krys was putting on her headphones, and holding her suitcase, ready to go. "I'm gonna go stop by Kira and Randy's room," she said, starting to close the door behind her. "Get ready while I'm gone."

"Who do you think you're talking to?" he asked jokingly. "Jeff?"

Krys smiled weakly, dropped her suitcase by the door, and walked out, closing the door behind her. As she walked down the halls towards Randy's hotel room, Krys spotted dark red hair, and the punk rocker style of dress before seeing the face. Almost groaning inwardly, she faced Amy. "Krys," Amy said coolly, standing face to face with Krys.

"Amy." Krys nodded her head in greeting. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry-"

"Krys." Amy put up a hand to silence her. "Please, don't apologize. It's not your fault. Well, it is, but you're not as much to blame as Matt is. He's the logical one, and yet he still slept with you. He was thinking clearly that night, and we both know he was. Krys, you're just as guilty, but I'm not blaming you as much as I blame Matt. At least you had the decency to apologize, though you don't have anything to apologize for. Matt hasn't said sorry about anything he's said or done so far. I commend you on that." Amy smiled.

"So… we're cool now?"

"Yeah. We're cool." The two shake hands, then hug. Before Krys could finish walking off to Randy's room, Amy called her. "By the way, even though you may think you're nothing from him, you're wrong. You mean a lot to him. It may take him a while to realize it, but he loves you. He may use the excuse that he's still fucked up in the head by what I did, but it's obvious he's moved on; otherwise, he wouldn't have slept with you. Take it from someone who spent two years being 'just friends' with him, he cares about you; he just won't admit it to himself yet."

"Thanks a lot, Ames. That really helps."

"No problem, babes. Catch you later." Amy started to walk off, then turned back around. "Oh, and Krys?"

"Yeah?"

"Adam says you're still a kickass girl. It's his way of forgiving you." The two women smile at each other again, then Amy finally walks off.

Krys looks at the floor a moment, then thinks aloud. "You guys are fucking awesome. Man, this really is a family."

In Randy's Room

"Hey, Krys," Randy said, answering the door. Krys's eyes wandered down to the pair of nylon shorts he wore, her eyebrows raising questioningly. "Uh, Kira came over last night," he said sheepishly, running a hand through his short brown hair.

"Ah, I see," she said back. "…You gonna let me in, or what?"

"Oh, sorry." He opened the door wider, and Krys walked in to see Kira sitting on the couch, in only a towel. "Hey, Kir, Krys is here."

"Hey sexy," Krys called, walking into the room.

"Hey babe," Kira greeted in response, standing up. "What's shakin'?" The two shared a hug, and kissed each others' cheeks. "How've things been?"

"Ah, not the greatest, but I'm here, aren't I?" She held her arms out at her sides, and Kira grinned. "Hon, straighten that towel. I don't want to have to make this party for two a mange a toi."

As Kira straightened her towel, Randy chuckled. "Hey now, Krys, the only party that sexy beast's having is a party for two with me." He hugged Kira from behind, and the two smiled at Krys, who smiled back. "So, what's up babe?"

"Nothing much, just had mind-blowing sex, and feel like shit once again, the usual," Krys said, delivering to Kira the gist of her situation.

"That bad, huh?" Kira let go of Randy and hugged Krys. "I'm so sorry, babe. I wish I was there to kick the piss out of Matt for using you like that."

"Well, you should be kicking the piss out of me as well. I did open my legs to the guy." Shrugging her shoulders, Krys sighed. "Oh, I ran into Amy, too."

Kira's face darkened. "What did she have to say?"

"I ran into her right before I came here. Basically, she said she didn't blame me for boning Matt while she was back in Sanford with her neck injury." Looking down, she continued. "She also said that due to personal experience, she knew Matt felt the same about me the way I do with him."

"And that would be…?" Randy asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Kira slapped his chest. "Shut up, Randall. Go find me some clothes while I talk to Krys," she said jokingly. With a laugh, Randy saluted her, then went into his room and got her a pair of jeans, panties, bra, and a baby tee. He came back out, handed the clothes to Kira, mumbling that he'd like her better without her clothes on. "Oh, come off it, Orton, you horndog," Kira said with a laugh. "I can't walk through an airport or to my car naked, now can I?"

"I'll find a way for you to," he murmured, causing Krys to laugh uncontrollably, and Kira's ears to go pink. "Do you want me to go beat the crap out of Matt for you, Krys?" Randy asked, his eyes waggling enthusiastically, indicating that he'd enjoy doing it. "I'll take great pleasure in hanging him over a balcony."

"I don't doubt it," Krys said with a laugh. "I gotta go. Are you guys catching the 1 PM red-eye?"

"You know it."

"Well, you better hurry up. Check out is at noon, and Matt and I are gonna be out of the hotel by then. I'll see you guys on the plane?"

"Yup." Kira hugged her friend. "If you want Randy to hitch with Matt, just say the word, and we'll swap rides." Randy heard this and pouted, and Kira elbowed him in the ribs, making him double back.

"I'll take it into consideration. Alright, I gotta head back, I'll see you guys on the plane, bye." The couple waved goodbye to Krys, then Randy showed Krys out. On the way back, Krys ran into Paul London. "Hey, goatee," Krys said, shaking his hand. "How's it been?"

"Same as always, getting ready to head out with the Spankster to catch the plane," London said, running a hand through his black hair. "Say, Krys, are you, uh, free tonight after the house show?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I just wanted to know if you… um… wanted to go out on a date with me tonight?"

"Sure." Krys kissed his cheek. "I guess I'll be seeing you later."

"Yeah. Later," Paul said, watching her skip off back to her room, before heading off to his room.

Bouncing through the door, she nearly collided with Matt, who was pacing in front of it. "Where on earth were you?" Matt cried, grabbing his jacket. "It's almost 12! I wanted to be out of here before eleven!" When he saw that she, instead of getting upset at him for yelling at her, having an ecstatic look on her face, he frowned. "What's got you so happy?"

"Oh, nothing," she said absently, grabbing her bags, and heading for the elevators at the end of the hallway. "I just happened to have been asked out on a date by Paul London. And I accepted!"

Krys didn't see the look of sheer irritation on Matt's face as she flounced out the door.