Kayla looked around herself in confusion. "Leave it up to me to lost my first week in a new city." She muttered to herself. She looked to her left and gasped. "The headquarters of the WWF!" She smiled. "Wouldn't hurt to have a look around."

Kayla moved carefully past the security guard and around the back of the building. Lucky for her he was too busy ogling a leggy blonde to notice her. As she rounded the corner she heard raised voice and came to a dead stop. There before her were Rock and Y2J having yet another spat. "Go to hell, Jericho! You're nothing but an ego-crazed maniac! And the Rock is through talking with you." Rock turned his back on Jericho and began to walk in Kayla's direction.

Jericho turned red with fury and picking up a handy chair threw it at Rock. Rock expecting the attack ducked and Kayla had enough time to gasp in surprise before the chair collided with her head. She went down with a small cry of pain her head lolling limply to the side.

"What the Hell did you do, Jericho!"

Chris and the Rock turned to see the Hardy's standing behind them shock evident in their features.

"The Rock didn't do anything!" Rock snapped. "He did it!"

"Oh just shut up already!" Jeff snapped back moving to the girl's side. He knelt beside her and examined the wound on the girl's head. "You sure clocked her a good one whoever she is." Jeff frowned as he saw the blood trickling from the gash on her forehead.

"How did she get in here anyway?" Matt asked, "Isn't security supposed to keep this sort of thing from happening?"

Chris snorted. "They're too busy eating and hitting on women for that. This is an accident that's been waiting to happen."

Matt shook his head. "It wouldn't have happened anyway if you weren't such an asshole at times."

Chris opened his mouth to retort when a low moan caught the attention of the wrestlers.

"I think she's coming around." Jeff noted from his position at her side.

The girl's head rolled from side to side for a moment before long lashes fluttered open to reveal two intensely green eyes. Her eyes focused on the man before her for a moment before her eyes closed and she let out another moan of pain.

Jeff slapped her lightly on the cheeks. "Hey, come on. Stay with us."

Her eyes drifted back open and she struggled to speak. "I . . . what . . ."

"Sssh." Jeff hushed her gently. "You're gonna be fine."

Matt moved to his brother's side. "You're safe." He glanced over his shoulder at the sheepish Rock and Y2J. "Well, as long as the children can behave there shouldn't be any more flying chairs anyway."

The girl looked up at Jeff with uncomprehending eyes. The Hardy took one of her hands in sympathy. "Just relax. It'll be okay." Jeff saw that she was loosing consciousness again and squeezed in one question. "What's your name?"

The girl concentrated hard for a moment before she answered. "Kayla." She sighed and allowed the blackness to take her.

Jeff began to carefully gather Kayla into his strong arms. "Jericho, go get the doctor. I'll take her to my dressing room." Jeff turned and saw Jericho still standing there. "Get going, this is your fault anyway."

Jericho cursed and headed off to find the company doctor. Matt and Rock followed Jeff down the hallway to the Hardy's dressing room. Matt held the door for Jeff as he carried the unconscious girl inside and laid her gently on the couch. Matt knelt next to the couch as Jeff went in search of something to clean to blood from her face.

"Pretty girl." Matt commented. "What did she say her name was?"

"Kayla." Jeff answered as he returned towel in hand and began to dab at the cut. The youngest Hardy was thoughtful as he took in the curves of her body, her shiny red hair, set off by the blond streak in front and remembered the deep green of her eyes.

Rock came forward slowly. "Foolish girl. She's lucky she didn't get hurt worse than that."

Anything the Hardy's might have said was cut off when the Doctor with Jericho on his heels burst into the room. "All right. Let me have a look at her." Reluctantly Jeff and Matt moved back to give the doctor room to work. "Doesn't look too bad. I don't think she's going to need stitches." He pulled out his light and checked her eyes. "Looks like she's got a bit of concussion though." The doctor looked over his shoulder. "You sure do know how to throw a chair, Chris."

"Is she going to be all right?" Chris demanded feeling guilty. Chris knew he went too far. But sometimes he couldn't help himself and other's, like where the Rock was concerned he didn't want to.

"Yes, she'll be fine. As long as she wakes up soon I don't think there's reason to worry." The doctor was just finishing bandaging the cut on her head when Kayla slowly opened her eyes. "Well hello there, Miss."

Kayla blinked and tried to sit up only to be pushed back down by the doctor. "Give it a minute, girl. Take it nice and easy."

Kayla looked around her. "Where am I?"

"You're in our dressing room." The voice came from just outside her line of sight and turning her head she saw the Hardy's standing together. Her jaw dropped. "Jeff and Matt Hardy." Realization dawned in her eyes and her gaze swept around the room and took in the other occupants of the room. "Oops."

Chris smiled. "Yeah, oops is right."

Just then the door slammed open and Edge stood there in all his glory. "What's this I hear about you braining some chick with a chair . . ." Edge broke off as he took in Kayla reclining on the couch. "Hello."

"Hi." Kayla blushed. She made another attempt to sit up and smiled appreciatively when Jeff moved forward to help her propping her up on a pillow.

Edge flashed a killer smile and stepping forward took her hand and kissed it. "Edge at your service. And you are . . .?"

"Kayla." She answered wincing as the room spun dizzily around her. "Look, not that you don't have a great smile and all, which you definitely do, but right now it's so bright it's making my head hurt."

The others in the room laughed and even Edge chuckled. "Nice to meet you too."

Kayla swung her feet to the floor. "Look I know I shouldn't be here and I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you, so I'm just gonna go." Kayla rose to her feet only to quickly realize how bad of an idea that really was. Kayla swayed dizzily and lost her balance. Strong arms came around her and she heard Jeff Hardy's voice above her. "Easy now."

Kayla rested her head against his muscled chest. * Hmmm. I could most definitely get used to this. *

"You're not in any shape to go anywhere." Matt told her firmly.

Kayla lifted her head. "I'm fine." She told him even as she swayed in Jeff's arms.

"Look, girly," Chris interrupted, "I'm the one that nailed you with that chair and as hard as I threw it I can definitely say that you are not fine."

Kayla sighed and allowed Jeff to help her sit back down. "All right then just what do you want me to do then?"

Before anyone could answer Lita walked in followed by Vince McMahon. "What the hell is going on here, Jericho! What's this I hear about you throwing chairs at fans!" Vince bellowed as he walked in.

Kayla winced and a hand went to her aching head. "Not so loud please!" she half yelled half whined.

"I wasn't throwing it at her, I was throwing it at Dipshit over there!" Jericho defended himself somewhat more softly than Vince had spoken. "He just ducked." The Rock glared and Chris glared right back.

"Are you all right, Miss?" Vince asked her praying to God she wasn't going to sue.

"Yes, as I've told everyone I'm fine. Really." Kayla said praying to God he wasn't going to have her arrested for trespassing.

"And as we've told you, Kayla," Edge retorted, "that's bullshit. You're not fine."

"You can't even stand on your own two feet." Jeff added.

She glared at the two men but was unable to argue with the facts.

Vince looked at the doctor. "What do you suggest, Doc?"

"For one, someone should keep an eye on her. She's got a nasty concussion. As unsteady as she is she'll never make it home by herself." The Doctor smiled wryly. "I'd suggest Chris do it but he'd only hit her with a couch next time."

"I'm not even going to ask how you got past security, young lady." Vince reprimanded. "Something tells me I already know. Only question is who's going to look after you?"

"I'll do it."

Everyone looked up in surprise at Jeff Hardy. The young man blushed but continued, "She can stay with me and Matt." Jeff glanced over at his brother, "That is if you don't mind, Matt."

Kayla looked over at Lita nervously, "Look, I really don't want to be a bother . . ."

"You won't be." Lita chimed in. She had seen that Kayla didn't want to step on her toes and took an instant liking to the girl. Besides the way that Jeff looked at Kayla intrigued her. "I'm sure the boys would love to have you."

Matt shrugged. "I don't have a problem with it."

Kayla sighed and gave in. "All right. Just for a day or two."

"Try four." The doc corrected.

"Fine." Kayla shook her head regretting it immediately.

Vince nodded. "Good. Now, Miss . . .?"

"McIntyre."

"Miss McIntyre if you'll give me your address I'll send Lita here to get you some of your things while Jeff and Matt get you settled in." Vince instructed.

"Okay." Kayla gave him her address. "I really appreciate this."

"It's the least we can do." Vince assured her glaring at Jericho. "Now I'll call my limo and my chauffeur will take you three home."

Before Kayla could say anything else Vince exited the dressing room. "Vince McMahon's personal Limo!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Yeah, he's really kissing your ass." Jericho laughed.

"Why would he do that? I'm lucky he didn't have me arrested for trespassing." Kayla reminded them shocked.

Edge smiled. "No way, sweetheart. If he'd had you arrested you could have still sued the company and would have had more reason to do so. This way you're happy and he's safe."

Kayla nodded. She sank back into the couch feeling weary. Jeff saw this. "Come on, let's get you out of here. Can you stand?"

"I think so." Kayla took Jeff's outstretched hand and rose slowly to her feet. When she began to sway Jeff simply sighed and swept her into his arms. "It'll be easier this way." He told her.

Past the point of caring and not completely dismayed at the idea of being held in the arms of one of the Hardy boys she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. True to his word Vince's Limo was waiting out front and the three youths climbed in Jeff setting Kayla in his lap. "Try to get some rest, Princess." Jeff told her softly. "I'll wake you in a couple hours like the doctor said."

Kayla nodded and within moments was asleep. Jeff looked across at his brother who was smiling broadly. "What are you grinning at?" Jeff asked.

"Nothing." Matt answered still smiling. "You two make a cute couple."

"Shut up." Jeff muttered.

"Sure, bro." Matt indulged still keeping his goofy grin in place.

"I hate you."