I took a small break over the weekend and I'm back! Thank you for all of those who have been reading! Enjoy the next chapter, we have a bit of a time jump! AEW owns all you know, I own those you don't!

~A few weeks later - Jessica's POV~

"I don't know what you want me to do Renee…" I said into my phone.

"Be nice." She said chuckling. It had been a few weeks since Phil came to AEW. I had done my best to avoid him, but sometimes it was impossible. He never did seek me out, but would try to say something when we did run into each other. He never got out more than my name before I would dash in the other direction. I even went into a utility closet once. It's gotten so obvious the whole locker room knows…so does Tony Khan.

"I'm not being mean." Was my response.

"From what it's sounding like over there, you make it very clear you are avoiding him." She said.

"And who is telling you that Renee? Jon's not here to tell you."

"You know we're friends…" She started.

"Are you taking his side?" I cut her off, "because if you are that it is totally unfair." I said as I plopped down on a crate hidden in the back.

"I'm not taking any sides, I just want my friends to be happy…both of them." She said.

"He's not happy?" I asked.

"Jessica…"

"Could have fooled me!" I said rather loudly.

"Just because someone appears happy on the outside, it doesn't reflect the inside." Renee lectured me.

"Thanks for the morality lesson…" I said rolling my eyes even though she couldn't see me, "He really told you he's unhappy?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

"I honestly shouldn't even tell you, but I feel you need something to soften this chip on your shoulder…you're sounding like he did 7 years ago, but…"

"Maybe that's because 7 years ago he changed me for the worse!"

"Jessica Rose Irvine cut me off one more time, I'm hanging up!" She said getting angry. I stayed silent letting her continue.

"Thank you…and yes he's unhappy…he's more than unhappy Jessica…he's straight up miserable without you." She said sincerely.

"See that just doesn't make sense to me, " I started, "He left me, he did this to us…I feel like he isn't allowed to feel this way when his actions caused it."

"Just because he thought he was doing what he thought was right then, doesn't mean it was right to start…he's realizing that now." She explained.

"So again Renee…what do you want me to do? Take him back with open arms?" I asked.

"No, that's not what I'm saying…I'm saying just don't be to hard…you're too good of a person to keep this hard exterior…its not healthy for you." I stayed silent.

"I'm not saying find him now…I'm saying let yourself heal…and give him the chance to heal too. If you do find you're way back together great, but if it leads to you not speaking again but in a better place emotionally and mentally…that's okay too." I exhaled.

"I just need…" I was cut off by my other line. I look at my screen and see my sister in law was calling.

"Hey Renee, I gotta go…my sister in law is calling." I said with a scrunched face…she rarely calls when we're on the road.

"No problem, just keep in mind what I said."

"I will, bye girl." She said bye and I went back over to my other line.

"Hello?" I said, I was met with sniffling.

"Jess…" She said shakily.

"What's going on?" I asked, much more alarmed. Chris was with Fozzy over seas on a small tour. He'd be back with AEW in a few weeks. My first thoughts was that something happened to my nieces or nephew.

"It's Chris…" she started.

"What happened?"

"He's in the hospital, they don't know what's wrong, I don't know what to do…they're canceling shows…they won't let me speak to him." She began rambling. My body started to tremble as I processed what she was saying.

"Have you spoken to Rich?" I asked in a shaky tone.

"I have but he doesn't know much either." I stayed silent. My brother was my hero…I always saw him as a super human who was untouchable…to hear he's in the hospital in another country where they have no clue what was going on, shook me to my core.

"I don't know what do, should I fly over there? Should you fly over there?" She spoke again.

"Me?" I asked, "What did Rich say?" I continued.

"He said to stay here, and wait…and if…if…" She was having trouble getting the words out, "if it gets worse…then to come." I swallowed hard.

"He'll be fine." I said trying to sound confident. "It's Chris…he's always fine." I said again…shaky.

"I hope you're right." She said. "I'll keep you updated I know you have a show tonight."

"Thank you…please let me know. Kiss the kids for me." I said and we hung up. Once I put my phone down the tears started. I put my head in my hands and let it all out. I was so wrapped up in my emotions I hadn't noticed someone was there.

"Hey what's wrong?" I didn't move. I felt them hop up on the crate with me and put their arm around my shoulders. I was too tired, too emotional to fight it anymore.

"Jessie, what's wrong?" I lifted my head and my eyes met the very concerned green orbs of Phil's. I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out.

"Here drink some water, take a few deep breaths." He handed me the water he had and I took it. I tried to relax myself as he rubbed my back. This all felt so familiar and so comforting my head didn't know how to process it.

"Why are you crying?" He asked softly.

"Chris…he's in the hospital." I said softly.

"Oh no…did they say what happened?" He asked.

"No, they don't know what's wrong." I sniffled, "And no one can talk to him." More tears fell down my cheeks. He pulled me closer, I didn't fight. Renee told me to soften up a bit.

"I'm sure he's going to be fine…your brother is a strong dude. He'll beat what ever it is going on." He said, "I know he wouldn't want you to be this sad too…he'd want you to know he's going to be okay." I wiped more tears from my cheeks.

"I know…" I said, my voice wavering again. He pulled me to him completely and all walls came down. I cried into his chest as he tightened his grip. Nothing more was said, the only sounds that were heard were my cries. We stayed like that for what felt like forever as he rubbed my back. As my cries began to slow down and my breathing become more even I felt him kiss the top of my head.

I looked up at him and locked eyes. His were so bright, full of concern, empathy and love. I haven't seen him like this in a long time. Our gazes held for a few moments until…

He began to close the gap. I didn't move.

He got closer, our gaze never broken.

His lips hit mine, soft at first but grew harder.

I don't know if it was all the emotions, or being tired of being angry, or the easy feeling of comfort that came over me…but I didn't pull away.

My eyes fluttered closed…and I kissed him back.

I had to start getting something in there! Time to get them moving! I'm trying to stay true to the time line of events that happened from when he returned on. I hope you liked it!