Hey guys, first off I just want to let you know that while it hurts to let go that the next chapter will be the last one :( and I also wanted to thank you for making this my second most reviewed fic of all time and its actually my highest word count ever lol. So thanks for all your support and enjoy this second last chapter.

Amy grabbed her keys from the table next to the door and slid on her jacket before heading out into the hotel hallway. As much as she hated going to work these past few days, she still had to do it and nothing was going to change that fact. She just had to suck it up and be the strong person she knew she could be, everyone always looked at her as unbreakable and she wanted to prove them right for once. And after showing weakness and walking out on the show last night she had to make sure that it didn't happen again...because she was sure Vince would not be too pleased with her if she did. She just needed to get over this whole thing, and fast.

She walked out over the threshold and closed the door behind her, yet when she turned back around she was met with a sight that she wasn't keen on seeing. "What the hell are you doing here?" She spat.

He smiled at her, "Apologizing."

The red head groaned and moved past him, "Save it Jay, I'm really not in the mood for any of your bullshit."

"I actually am sorry Amy," The Canadian man continued, chasing her down the corridor. "I shouldn't have kissed you, you weren't ready for that."

Sighing she strolled into the elevator and folded her arms over her chest, "I would never be ready for that Jay...we've been down that road remember? It didn't exactly turn out to rosy on my end."

He ran a hand back over his short hair and stepped inside with her, "I know, but that was then..."

She cut him off, "And what Jay? This is now? Things are different? No...no they aren't. Besides I've realised that wanting you in the first place was stupid, once an ass hole, always an ass hole."

"I can see why you'd look at it that way but I'm really not the same man I once was." He stammered, his voice cracking with nerves.

Amy shoved him back so he hit the railing behind him, "How can I get through to you that I don't want to hear it? I shouldn't have even started talking to you again the other night, I should have known that you'd have some alterer motive."

The elevator stopped and she rolled her eyes at him before getting out and heading for the parking garage.

"No Ames I'm sorry you feel that way, but all I ever hoped for was to in some small way make up for what I did to you."

"I don't need you're pity thanks." She replied, quickly opening up the car door to get inside.

He sighed, "Look I'm telling you the truth, all I really want is to be you're friend, I just need to learn how to do that without relying on old habits."

She looked out the window in the direction away from him, she didn't need this and she most certainly didn't trust him...especially after last night. But it looked like he wasn't giving up that easily, so instead of replying to his comments in anyway she simply rolled down the window and yelled out to him, "I'm leaving now, if you need a ride you better get in."

The smile re-emergence on his face as he hopped in the passengers side with his bag in his lap, maybe them arriving together would be enough fuel for the fire...because he certainly hoped that it was enough to please Trish.

They arrived at the arena shortly later, Christian heading off in search of his locker room while she set out in the other direction looking for the women's dressing room. It didn't take her long to find it, and it was a relief to the red head that after today she wouldn't have to see another one for a whole four days. She needed that time to relax, especially now, because this week had been completely exhausting for her. It was one roller-coaster she didn't want to ride again any time soon.

Pushing back the door she sighed seeing Stacy sitting there on a bench, a serious look plastered on her porcelain face. Amy rolled her eyes before the blonde even had a chance to speak and carefully set down her bag to start getting ready. "Don't just pretend that we can ignore the situation at hand here Amy, I left you alone about it the other night but it's about time me and you talked about this...since you won't let Chris talk to you..."

She pulled her t-shirt over her head and rolled on her deodorant, "He told you about me giving him the boot huh?"

"This is serious, he went there to save you from Jay and you just kicked him out."

The Sanford native slammed down the contents of her hand, "You ever think that I don't need or want to be saved Stacy? I'm not some posh princess who needs a man for every little thing...I'm fully capable of taking care of myself."

Stacy stood up and moved towards the other woman, "Sure you are, and Chris knows that too...but he wants to take to care of you, he loves you Amy."

"Will you stop saying that!?" She yelled.

The other woman folded her arms over her chest, "What if I did? It wouldn't make it any less true...you need to face the facts here." She stopped and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Amy Christine Dumas he loves you and you can stop denying it because every time I look at you I can see how much you love him too."

"Don't you understand?" Amy screamed, flinging her arms into the air, "It doesn't matter that I love him...I can't just be some doormat for him to walk over."

Stacy groaned, "I know you've been hurt a lot, and I know you don't deserve any of it. But I think Chris deserves the benefit of the doubt here...He's trying so hard and you aren't giving him an inch of leeway." Her head tilted in the direction of the table and Amy's eyes followed to see a bouquet of long stem yellow roses resting on it. "Just listen to what he has to say."

Picking up the flowers carefully the red head stopped to inhale the fresh sent. She smiled at the fact that they were yellow and not the normal red, he must have somehow learned of her distaste for them.

Suddenly she felt the need to make sure her walls were still up, she didn't need to let her guard down because when she did, that was how people were able to hurt her. She just needed to keep the picture of him and Trish in her mind, and remind herself that the beauty in her hands was just a bunch of dead plants...that's all they were... something yanked from the ground that was no longer living. "And this is supposed to make everything better?" She asked aloud, it was a rhetorical question but Stacy felt the need to answer it anyway.

"It's a start." The blonde said softly.

Amy set the flowers back down, "I dunno..."

"Please..." The Baltimore native pleaded, "For the love of god would just let him have the tiniest bit of you're time. If you can speak to Jay you can speak to Chris..."

Her eyes hit the floor, "I suppose..."

Stacy lit up, "That's the spirit." Letting go of her friend she started shoving her for the door, "Now go."

The red head shrugged her off, "Uh can I get a shirt first?"

An eye roll was sent in her direction, "I suppose."