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Chapter 7: Will the Real Benedict Arnold Please Stand Up.

Amy smiled slightly, "Oh, I recognize you."
"You do!" Stephanie exclaimed in surprise, frowning ever so slightly.
"Yeah, Matt and Jeff told me about you."
"Oh, they did, did they. All good, I hope," she said with a laugh. "By the way," Steph threw in casually, "do you always believe what the Hardys tell you?" she asked innocently.
Amy's face hardened, "No," Amy said firmly.
"Good!" Stephanie said sharply, putting an arm around Amy's shoulders. "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship."

Late afternoon, the next day:
"I'm going to see if I can find Amy and talk to her."
"I think you should let her stew awhile," Jeff advised. "She needs some time to herself right now."
"Yeah, maybe you're right," Matt said, opening the hotel room door. His eyes widened in surprise as he noticed Amy walking down the hall talking animatedly to Rob Van Dam. "Some time to herself huh?" Matt repeated, raising his eyebrow.
Standing behind him, Jeff's jaw dropped, "Okay, so maybe I was wrong."
"We need to go talk to Vince, come on!"
"Vince, we have a problem," Matt said, as he and Jeff walked into the office.
"Oh, you think so huh? This morning I saw Amy with Stephanie and earlier this afternoon I saw Amy talking with Rob Van Dam!" he yelled, pounding his fist on the table. "What is she doing hanging around ECW and not with you guys?"
"Welll," Matt said glancing over at Jeff, "it's a long story."
"And I have plenty of time to hear it," Vince said flatly.
"Um, okay," Matt squeaked out.
A short time later, Trish decked out in a blue jumpsuit and white cowboy hat, knocked on the door frame.
"Excuse me Vince, may I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, come on in Trish." She didn't notice the Hardys at first, as they were off to the side of the room. As Trish turned in the direction of the Hardys, Jeff cringed inwardly, knowing what was coming.
"You! What are you doing here?" Trish demanded.
"We're here to find out what's going on with Amy," Matt replied calmly, speaking for Jeff.
"What do you mean, what's going on with Amy. She's with you guys, so she should be fine."
"Not anymore, we had a falling out," Jeff said quietly. "You what?!" Trish exclaimed, astonished.
"Amy knows who you are?" Vince asked, intrigued.
"Well, sort of, Matt and Jeff had to re-introduce me to her."
"So she trusts you?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so. Why?" Trish asked suspiciously.
Warning bells started going off in Jeff's head, "Vince, I don't think"... but Vince cut him off.
"Nonsense, it's a great idea!"
"What are you talking about?" Trish asked, perplexed.
"Talk to her, she trusts you. Lure her back to our side," Vince said deviously. Flabber - gasted, Trish stared at him - as Vince leaned forward in his chair, his fingers connected together in the shape of a steeple. For a split second, she imagined a set of horns on him, making Vince pass for the devil himself.
"Back to our side, that's not fair Vince! We don't even know if she has quote, "defected," to ECW."
"That's what I want you to find out."
"Trish is right, this isn't fair to Amy. For crying out loud, she's upset with us enough already, but if she finds out that we're basically just using her, we'll lose her forever."
"Well spoken Jeff," Trish supported him, surprised at the poignancy of his words.
"I won't do it Vince, not that way."
"Okay," Vince said slowly, "how about this, you're fired!"
Trish leaned in towards Vince, "How about this, I do it my way on my terms or you lose both myself and Amy. The bottom line is, I know you need the both of us." Trish took a step back, her breathing labored.
Concerned, Jeff put a hand on her back, "You okay?"
"Don't touch me! I'm only doing this for Amy." Trish turned on her heel and fled the room.
Exhausted, physically and emotionally, Trish too found solace in the gym. Pedaling furiously on the bike, she heard footsteps outside the door to the gym.
"Jeff, if that's you," Trish threatened.
"Yep, you caught me," Jeff said quietly, a hint of a smile playing across his lips. "Look Trish, I'm really"... Trish held up her hand to stop him.
She sighed, "Look, Jeff, I don't want to hear another word." Jeff shrugged and turned around, as if he were leaving. Suddenly, as though changing his mind, he whirled back around, and ran up to Trish. Firmly, yet gently, Jeff put a hand under her chin and kissed her soundly. He dashed out of the room, leaving a shocked Trish staring after him, her mouth hanging open in complete surprise. Jeff raced around the corner and squatted down next to Matt.
"Did it work?" Matt asked excitedly.
"Maybe, she looked awfully surprised." Winded, Jeff took a couple of deep breaths. Jeff covered his face with his hands, "I can't believe I just did that!" Popping his head back up, Jeff grinned from ear-to-ear, "You know though, it was kind of exhilarating, a rush."
"I thought you would have fun," Matt said, responding with a knowing grin of his own.
"All we need to do now is fix yours and Amy's relationship," Jeff said matter-of-factly.
"Amy's and mine, what do you mean? Don't you mean Amy's and ours?"
Jeff shook his head, "Even before she had amnesia, I knew she was falling in love with you and you care about her deeply. I know you would do anything for her."
"So, what's that supposed to mean, you would do the same," Matt said defensively.
Jeff sighed, "No reason to get so defensive Matt. Ironically, I've actually noticed the attraction between you more so after Amy's amnesia, and the day you and Amy were training cinched it." Matt cradled his head in his hands and moaned.
"You saw us?" Matt asked finally looking up at Jeff, his face a bright red.
"You're darn right."
"Well, it's not like we really did anything," Matt mumbled.
"What?! You didn't kiss?"
"No, Amy kind of broke the moment and suggested we call it a day. So when you say she's in love with me, I doubt it." Jeff, at a loss for words, didn't know what to say.

Meanwhile, inside the exercise room:
Numbly, Trish pumped her legs up and down until they burned. She stood up, her mind reeling. *Okay, what had just happened here. Jeff kissed her! For what, to apologize, tell her he loved her, or to just get even?* She shook her head, tired of trying to figure out questions that she had no answers to. "Darn it! Now I have to talk to him, he's forcing my hand." Absent - mindedly, she touched her lips where Jeff had kissed her.

7:00 o'clock, ringside:
The Hardy's music blasted through the ring, asJeff came racing down the ramp. Dressed in his lime green, HB shirt, he jumped up on the turnbuckle and did the trademark guns. Just then the arena went dark as the countdown began. The arena exploded in a flash of light as Jericho appeared at the top of the ramp. The audience cheered their approval. The lights went down once more, as the crowd started chanting RVD, RVD. Sure enough RVD's music came on and he appeared, along with Stephanie on his left, and Amy on his right!
Jeff stared at Amy in disbelief and shock. "What the!"...
"What happened man, I thought she was on your side?" Jericho asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I thought so too," Jeff said angrily.
Amy did the guns as she raced down the ramp, and was surprised when the audience booed her.
"Why are they booing us?" She never recalled being booed when she was with the Hardys, but then again she didn't really remember.
"Because, we're the bad guys," Rob Van Dam said simply. Amy frowned as she watched RVD climb into the ring with Jericho. *I don't like being thought of as bad.* RVD had the upper hand until Jericho nailed him with the lionsault. Chris began climbing up the turnbuckle.
"Amy watched him in awe, "What's he going to do?"
"Probably a moonsault. Hopefully, he'll mess it up, since he only performs it on occasion. Or," Stephanie said, a wicked gleam in her eye, "we can make certain he fails. Get in there and hit him where it hurts."
"Wha, what?!" Amy asked, shocked.
"You heard me, do it!" Stephanie commanded.
"I can't do that, he's my"...
"Friend," Stephanie sneered. "Are you sure about that?" the billion dollar princess countered.
"No!" Amy cried. Reluctantly, Amy ducked under the ropes and stepped into the ring.
"Thanks, Ames, I could use a little bit of"... Chris groaned, surprise and hurt in his eyes, as she drove a knee into his groin. Falling forwards off the turnbuckle, Chris hit the mat, and RVD covered him, going for the pin. Amy scrambled to get out of the ring.
"Amy, what are you doing?!" Jeff yelled from across the ring.
Filled with fear and uncertainty, Amy jumped down off the apron and ran as fast as her feet would carry her. She could hear the boos of the audience pounding in her ears as RVD got the three count. *What have I done?* her mind screamed.

Behind the scenes:
Making their way back to the locker room, Jeff helped support the weight of a limping Jericho.
"What happened to you?" Matt asked in shock as Chris gingerly sat down.
"Amy, that's what," Chris said angrily. Somberly, Jeff handed an ice pack to Chris. Carefully, he positioned it over his sensitive area. "Ahh."
"Amy gave you a low blow?" Matt asked incredulously. "How could she have gone out there? She's not ready to fight!"
Chris looked at Matt like he was crazy, "Oh really, because Amy appeared very competent to me," Chris said sarcastically.
"Chris is right Matt, she's improved more than we realized." Despairingly, Matt buried his head in his hands, at a loss for words to say.

Meanwhile:
Amy raced to the women's locker room, tears streaming down her face. "None of this makes any sense, I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing. This doesn't feel right!" She yelled, slamming her hand up against the locker. Trying to calm down, Amy took a deep breath. *I just need to breathe, maybe it'll clear my head a little.* Wearily, Amy closed her eyes, and slumped up against the locker. Suddenly, the locker room door creaked open.
"I can't believe Stacy had the guts to do that, I mean she almost killed Amy," a female voice said. Amy's eyes snapped open. *What!*
"Well, wasn't that the point?" a male voice asked pointedly.
"Of course not stupid, all she wanted to do was get Amy out of the way, so she could move in on Matt." Angrily, Amy clenched her hands at her sides. Amy thought mournfully, *and I've played right into their hands. Her heart screamed, Matt wasn't interested in Stacy, while her head cried out otherwise. *Well, Stacy won't get Matt, over my dead body!* Amy thought determinedly.
"Besides, I've managed to emotionally destroy the Hardys from the inside out, by taking the one thing that means the most to them, Amy Dumas," she cackled evilly.