****Anyone who's read any of my other stories knows that I have to have at least one song-fic type chapter. (I really don't think I've beaten the one from Into the Dark yet, but I'm trying!) This chapter the song is "The Space Between" by Dave Matthews Band. If you don't have this song I HIGHLY recommend that you go download it or something...it's a great song!*****

You cannot quit me so quickly,
There is no hope for you in me.

Hunter stared at the door of his hotel room. Madison had run out of their dressing after she told him that he needed to decide. How do you decide between two women you love? He had admitted it, he loved Madison.

But he had always loved Chyna. He loved Chyna deeply, almost obsessively. She was the first woman he had ever let into his heart. She was the one woman who had never betrayed him or made him feel small and insignificant.

Until Madison

No corner you could squeeze me,
But I got all the time for you, love

Chyna was waiting by her phone. She had heard the rumors about the fight between Hunter and Madison. Or at least the rumors that he had admitted to having an affair. Chyna wanted to laugh at the thought. Calling their one moment together an affair was generous.

But Chyna knew he had felt that old connection again too. She knew that he was as confused as she was. She knew that he loved her still. But she couldn't force him to choose her; she just had to hope that he knew she couldn't live without him anymore.

The space between the tears we cry,
As the laughter keeps us coming back for more,

Madison stared at the shot glass of scotch in front of her. She had ordered nearly thirty minutes earlier. She couldn't bring herself to drink it. She wanted to drown her pain. She knew that the only reason Hunter had kissed her so passionately was because he had thought she was pregnant.

She held back tears when she thought of him accusing her of trying to kill his baby. She knew that he didn't know about her miscarriage, not many people in the Federation did, but she could never knowingly endanger such a precious life.

It just showed her how little they knew each other. Was their relationship even worth fighting for?

The space between our wicked lies,
Is where we hope to keep safe from the pain.

Hunter paced his room. Where the hell was Madison? It had been five hours since she had stalked out of the arena. He had been angry at first. She didn't needed to leave like that. They needed to talk out whatever problems they had had. Now he was just worried.

He was worried about Chyna too. She was an innocent bystander in the mess he had made of his relationship with Madison. Madison had looked past his past to find a man she could love. But Chyna loved his past; she didn't just look around it. Both of these women were beautiful and caring, but he didn't know if he could decide which one he loved more.

He grabbed his jacket and left the room to walk off some of his worry and anxious energy.

But will I hold you again?

Chyna sat in the park, just listening to the quiet. She had changed over the past three years. She had become a celebrity. Not too many people in the Federation were more popular than her. But her heart was the same. She still was a down-to-earth girl who could kick any guy's ass.

And every now and then she was the insecure girl who wanted to hide from the world. She didn't know how she had survived the past several days without and kind of acknowledgement from Hunter. She wanted to be angry with him. But it was hard to be angry with someone whose life you had just helped rip to shreds.

These fickle-fuddled works confuse me,
Like, 'Will it rain today?'
We waste the hours with talking, talking,
These twisted games we're playing.

Madison picked up the shot glass. She held it to her lips and drank the scotch quickly. It burned all the way down. It made her feel something. She hadn't felt anything but dead inside for several hours. The burning reminded her she was alive. She was alive and she didn't deserve to be treated like nothing.

"I was wondering when you were actually going to take the shot," a deep familiar voice said, so close she could feel his breath on her ear.

"I was too," Madison admitted. "It feel great."

"Tough night?" he asked sympathetically.

"You could say that," Madison said. "Dance with me?"

"My pleasure," he replied, helping her off of her barstool and to the dancefloor.

We're strange allies with warring hearts,
What a wild-eyed beast you be.

"Shane McMahon," Hunter called through the hotel room door.

"What?" Shane asked irritably as he opened the door. "What the hell Helmsley, it's after midnight!"

"Have you seen or heard from Mad?" Hunter asked.

"No," Shane said.

"Well, I hope you're happy with yourself," Hunter said. "If you hadn't come up with your lame-assed idea to prove my devotion to my girlfriend I wouldn't be here right now."

"And if you had actually been devoted to your girlfriend you wouldn't be here right now," Shane replied.

The space between our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from the pain.

"I'm safe Hunter," Madison's voice said on the answering machine. "I'm not coming back to the room tonight. I think you understand."

Hunter breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he shouldn't worry about her safety, she knew how to protect herself, but he couldn't help it. It was the male protective instinct he told himself. In reality he knew that Madison had a tendency to get a little crazy when bad things happened. He didn't want to be the reason she hurt herself.

The phone rang. "Hello?"

"Are you okay?" Chyna asked.

But will I hold you again?
Will I hold...

"I shouldn't be here," Hunter said when he got to Chyna's hotel room. "I should wait in my room for Madison."

"So you've decided?" Chyna asked.

"No," Hunter said, "but I don't want to hide from her. I worry about her Chy."

"You worry about everyone you care about," Chyna said, caressing his face with her hand. "You have always been that way."

"Can I stay here tonight?" Hunter asked. "I can't be alone."

Look at us spinning out in the madness of a roller coaster,
You know you went off like a devil,
In a church in the middle of a crowded room,

"So Test," Madison said, hanging on him as they danced. "Are you going to let me crash in your room tonight?"

"If you must," Andrew replied. "You can call me Andrew Sugar."

"I know," Madison said, resting her head on Test's shoulder. "You're always there for me when I need you aren't you Andrew?"

"Isn't that what a bodyguard is supposed to do?" Test asked.

"No," Madison said, "that is what a friend is supposed to do."

"Aren't we friends?" Test asked.

"Of course we are," Madison said.

All I can say love
Is hope we don't take this ship down.

Hunter held Chyna in his arms. They were lying in her bed. Just lying together. He had forgotten how she had fit his body perfectly. He had forgotten a lot on his road to superstardom. He didn't regret any of it, because there was no point in regretting things you couldn't take back.

"How are you doing?" Chyna asked.

"Better," Hunter answered honestly. "For awhile there I forgot to feel like an ass or feel guilty."

"You should try and get some sleep," Chyna said.

"I know," Hunter whispered, wanting to savor the moment a while longer.

The space between where you're smiling high,
Is where you'll find me if I get tickled.
The space between the bullets in our firefight,
Is where I'll be hiding waiting for you.

Andrew carried Madison up to his room. She had only had that one drink, but she had been exhausted, emotionally if nothing else. She had fallen asleep on the ride home. He didn't understand how Hunter could ever cheat on her. But he couldn't understand how the stupid man had ever let Stephanie slide through his fingers either.

"Andrew?" Madison asked as he laid her on the bed.

"Yeah sweetie?" Andrew asked.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Madison said. "It's got to be too small for you."

"Don't worry about it Mad," Andrew said.

"At least share the bad Andrew," Madison said. "We've got Raw tomorrow."

"If you insist," Andrew said.

The rain that falls splash in your heart,
Ran like sadness down the window into your open room...
The space between our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from the pain.

Chyna stayed awake for nearly an hour after Hunter had fallen asleep. She didn't know how to show him that she loved him more that she knew how to tell him. She didn't know how to take back all that had happened over the past several years.

Most of all she didn't know how to ease his pain. She wanted so badly to wipe away his agony. Even in his sleep he was frowning. She wanted to assure him that she loved him and that she would always be waiting for him, but she couldn't make promises she didn't know she could keep.

Take my hand,
Because we're walking out of here,
Oh, right out of here.
Love is all we need here,

Andrew didn't know how they had gotten to where they were. He knew, but he wasn't sure who had initiated it or if Madison would hate him in a matter of hours. Or if she already hated him. He had wanted her for so long, but it might be the only time he would have her.

Madison's head rested on his bare chest. His arm was wrapped around her back. She was warm against him. At least she hadn't been drunk, so she couldn't blame him for taking advantage of her incapacitated state. Would she blame him? He probably would.

The space between what's wrong and right,
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you.
The space between your heart and mine,
Is the space we'll fill with time,

Madison woke up and looked at Andrew. He was sleeping peacefully. He had been gentle with her, treating her like a treasure. He had been perfect. She traced a pattern over his heart. How could she have betrayed Hunter?

In her heart she knew why. She knew she would go to their room. He would have been really worried about her because he cared about her. He loved her. But he loved Chyna more. And she didn't love him enough. If she had, she never would have slept with Andrew. She sighed as she realized she had shut one chapter of her life and it was time to start a new one.

"Andrew," she whispered. "I need to get up."

"Okay," Andrew mumbled, kissing her lightly before she got out of the bed. She watched him sleep as she dressed.

"I'll come back and we'll go get breakfast," Madison said.

The space between...

Hunter looked up as Madison came into the room. And he knew. He got out of his chair and crossed the room to her. They hugged for a few moments.

"I'll pack," Hunter said.

"I will too," Madison replied. "I have somewhere to stay."