Stacy jumped at the knock. She looked around her room and immediately realized the banging had come from the adjoining door and not the hallway door.

"Who is it?" Stacy called as she walked to the door.

"Just open the door Kiebler," a male voice said.

Stacy decided since the knocker obviously seemed to know her well enough to call to her in a rude manner, she decided he couldn't be dangerous.

She opened the door and immediately shut it upon seeing who was on the other side. "Jesus Stacy!"

"What the hell do you want?" Stacy asked, wrenching the door open and coming face-to-face with Jeff Hardy.

"You of course," Jeff said, grinning goofily to show her he was joking.

"Cute," Stacy said. "Really, why are you knocking on my door?"

"Just letting you know who was next to you," Jeff said.

"And I would care because?" Stacy asked.

"So if Kurt calls because he needs help with his daughter, you can let me know," Jeff said, walking into Stacy's room.

"Please, come in," Stacy said sarcastically as she followed him out onto her balcony. "Why would I tell you if Kurt called me?"

"Because we apparently are all in this together," Jeff said. "Having two people know that Kurt needs help is probably a better idea than just one."

"Whatever," Stacy shrugged.

"I was thinking it might be smart for you and I to just get adjoining rooms from now on," Jeff said, leaning on the railing.

"Stop thinking," Stacy said, sitting on the lounge chair on the deck. "You might hurt yourself."

"You're so freaking funny Stacy," Jeff said sarcastically. "I swear, I'm going to pee my pants from laughing so hard."

Stacy looked up at Jeff and grinned. "We really get under each other's skins, don't we?"

"That might be putting it mildly," Jeff said as he turned to look out at the horizon.

"Do you ever wonder why?" Stacy asked.

"I don't make it a habit to think about you," Jeff said. "Sorry to hurt your ego."

"I wasn't talking about us in particular," Stacy sighed. "I mean, do you ever wonder why people sometimes don't get along for no particular reason?"

"I have my reasons with you," Jeff said.

"What?" Stacy asked him.

"Well, you." Jeff said, thinking for a moment. "I mean, I always. I don't know. There are reasons!"

"I was Alliance," Stacy said. "From the start, we were expected to hate each other. I made a few plays for your brother, mostly to piss off Lita."

"Those are good reasons," Jeff said, nodding his head.

"No they aren't," Stacy said. "They have nothing to do with you and they definitely have nothing to do with the here and now."

"Are you coming to a point?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, if you can hold your horses," Stacy said. "We both promised to help Kurt out with Mackenzie. It's been two weeks and it's been relatively peaceful. Of course, you and I have managed to avoid each other for the most part."

"So?" Jeff asked. "Do you want to assign shifts?"

"No," Stacy said patiently. "Eventually we will have to spend time with each other. It won't help anyone if we are constantly sniping at each other."

"I fear you are coming to the point," Jeff said, turning around to look at Stacy.

"Truce?" Stacy asked, her face hopeful.

"Truce?" Jeff asked in shock. "I thought you were going to ask me to tell Kurt I couldn't help him."

"Kurt needs your help as much as he needs mine," Stacy said. "I couldn't ask you to back out on him, not matter how uncomfortable we are with each other."

Jeff studied Stacy for a moment. "Okay. But this truce might not extend into the ring."

"Okay," Stacy nodded.

Jeff turned back toward the horizon and Stacy watched him for a moment. He was normally pretty quiet, at least that's what she heard from other wrestlers. She had always considered him a pest. Now, standing there she saw a silent strength about him. He stood straight, his shoulders squared like he could face anything.

"What?" Jeff asked, not looking at Stacy.

"Nothing," Stacy said hastily, averting her attention from him.

"Sure," Jeff said, smiling smugly.

"Sometimes you can be infuriating Jeff Hardy," Stacy said.

"You have no idea," Jeff laughed. "You should ask my brother about me some time."

"I might do that," Stacy said.

"On the other hand, it might be better to ask Trish," Jeff said. "Lita has been jumping to conclusions whenever he talks to any diva lately. She seems to think Matt has cheated on her while she was recovering."

"Really?" Stacy asked.

"Don't even try to piss Lita off," Jeff warned. "Matt loves her."

"I know," Stacy said. "Trust me, I know."

"How many times has he turned you down?" Jeff asked.

"Too many to count," Stacy said. "But I stopped trying to get him after you smacked my ass."

"I kissed you too if I recall correctly," Jeff said.

"You do," Stacy sighed.

"It couldn't have been that bad," Jeff said.

"It barely registered on my radar sweetheart," Stacy said. "I was a little bit shocked."

"I figured," Jeff said.

"Your match against Rob was pretty good tonight," Stacy commented softly.

"Thanks," Jeff said. "I always turn it up a notch against him."

"I can tell," Stacy said.

"Maybe he brings out the best in me," Jeff said.

"Do you really want to give him that kind of credit?" Stacy asked.

"Good point," Jeff said. "Egos are definitely not in short supply around here."

"I was going to get some room service and watch SportsCenter before you knocked," Stacy said. "Would you care to watch?"

"SportsCenter?" Jeff asked incredulously.

"I was a cheerleader, I do know the game of football pretty well," Stacy said. "And I've always loved baseball. I like college basketball and from time to time I watch hockey."

"Sorry," Jeff said. "Didn't mean to assume that you didn't like sports."

"What about your precious Trish?" Stacy asked. "Does she watch sports?"

"She likes football some," Jeff shrugged. "She loves hockey. She tried to get me to play once. It didn't go too well."

"I'd like to see that some time," Stacy giggled. "So? Junk food and sports?"

"Sounds like a plan," Jeff said.

"Just tell me what you want," Stacy replied.

"There a lewd comment just waiting to happen there," Jeff said.

"You're sick Jeff," Stacy said.