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PART 4

AT A HOTEL (A FEW WEEKS LATER)

Britney sat alone in the hotel room she was supposed to be sharing with Amy.  Amy was spending the night with Matt, the two of them had been doing that a lot lately.  Normally Jeff, who usually stayed with Matt, would come and stay with her, but he wasn't tonight.  When he came to her door, she asked him where his bags were.

"It's in Trish's room.  She's been rooming alone since Drew and Stacy got together so I thought I'd… keep her company," he replied.

Britney frowned, "Oh."  She was disappointed, she like rooming with her blue-haired friend.  But, she understood that Jeff, whether or not he would admit it, had developed a little crush on the blonde from Toronto.  When Jeff saw Britney frown, he put a hand on her arm.

"You can stay with us to if you want," he said sitting on the bed.  Britney moved to the window, gazing out at the view.

"No that's okay.  Thanks though," she answered.

Jeff studied Britney for a moment.  She just hadn't been herself since Brock showed up and started messing with her.  She'd been very shaky around all the guys, with the exception of Adam, himself, and Chris Irvine.  Jeff secretly wished that Adam and Brit would get together, they already cared about each other so much.  Jeff knew, through a few LONG conversations with Adam, that the Canadian was completely in love with Britney, and suspected that she probably felt the same.  After realizing his mind had drifted, as his often did, he returned his gaze to Britney.

"So… are you coming out with us tonight?" he asked hopefully.  She hadn't gone clubbing with them in what seemed like forever, and he hoped she'd decide to go.  She and him were always the first ones to hit the dance floor and the last ones to leave.

But, he had no such luck, as she replied, "Nah, I think I'll just stick around here."

Jeff pouted, "Oh come on!  Please?  I miss having you as my dance partner!  Pretty please?"

"NO! Jeff, I just want to hang around here tonight, okay?" she replied stubbornly.

"Well, do you want me to stay?  I'll stay here and hang out with you," he offered.

She declined, "No, just go.  Have fun, and don't worry about me.  I'll be fine, I promise."

He sighed, "Alright.  I guess I'll see you later then?"  He nodded as he came to her, giving her a quick hug before walking out the door.

Britney stood, staring out the window for at least twenty minutes.  She was in a trance, really not thinking about anything at all.  Therefore, she didn't sense the man walking up behind her.  She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, almost screaming.  She turned and looked up to find Adam Copeland, not Brock Lesnar, behind her.

"Hey, sorry for scaring you.  The door was open," he said as she eyed him, still a little shaky.

"It's okay," Britney replied.  "How come you're not out with everyone?" she asked him curiously.

"Didn't feel much like going out tonight.  But I was just about to ask you the same question," he answered her, waiting for her response.

"I'm kind of tired," she said.  "Listen, do you wanna… I don't know… just hang around here with me, so we're not alone?"

Adam smiled at her, "I'd like that."

He followed her out into the living room, plopping down next to her on the couch as she turned on the TV.  After flipping through the channels, they put on an HBO comedy special.  They watched in silence, with the exception of a little laughter.  Things between them hadn't been the same since she'd blown up at him a few weeks back.   She had practically avoided him since then, and decided that since he obviously wasn't going to bring up the topic, she'd just apologize herself.

"Adam," she said, turning to face him.  "I'm sorry about that whole episode I had a few weeks ago.  I kinda blew up at you for no reason, and I really am sorry.  None of this is your fault, and I had no right to…"

"It's okay, really," he assured her, smiling.  "Honestly Brit, I don't think there's anything you could do, especially when it comes to Brock Lesnar, that would piss me off."

"Are you sure?  Cause I swear, I didn't mean any of it.  You're one of my best friends, and I don't wanna lose you over some stupid comments I made," she said, seemingly all in one breath, as though she didn't want to forget anything.

He laughed softly, "Really, it's okay.  I shouldn't have been talking to people about it anyway when you asked me not too.  Let's just forget about the whole thing," he suggested.

Britney nodded, and almost instantly, they lost interest in the show and began talking about everything, much like they did that night in the diner.  Somewhere along the way, Britney got up to get them drinks.  All of a sudden, her cell phone rang.  She picked it up off of the table next to the couch.  When she answered it, she quickly recognized Jeff's voice on the other end.

"Hey Rainbow," she said.  "What's up?"

Adam smiled as he reclined back onto the couch, taking a sip of his drink, listening to Britney's talk to Jeff.  Britney returned the smile as she awaited Jeff's response.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come get you?  It's still early," he asked.

"No, I'm cool, I found friends to hang out with," she yelled, knowing it would be hard for him to hear her from the noisy club.  Watching her suddenly yell in the silent room they were in made Adam crack up laughing.  When she looked at him, he put his hands over his ears dramatically.  In response, she stuck her tongue out and kicked him playfully on leg before listening into Jeff again.

"Oh okay, that's good.  I just didn't want you to be alone," the younger Hardy called, then continued.

"I'll let you go then, you three go then."  Britney made a puzzled look at his statement.  "What do mean, 'you three'?" she asked, confused.

"Isn't Jay with you?" an equally confused Jeff replied.  As Britney looked at Adam, who also looked pretty damn confused, she answered Jeff.

"No, Jay's not here.  I haven't even seen him all day, why would he be here?"  Jeff paused for a moment, thinking of where Jay could be.

"I don't know, Rob saw him earlier and he said Jay wasn't coming till later.  I just assumed since he wasn't here yet he stopped in to see you or something," he finally answered.

"I guess so," Britney said as Adam's cell phone began to ring.  As he answered it, she told Jeff she'd keep an eye out for Jay and that she'd call him later.  She ended the call, then turned to Adam to listen to his conversation.

"Hey Jay, we were just talking about you.  I think Jeff's looking for you… you're WHERE?! What the hell happened?"

Britney saw the quick changes of emotion on Adam's face as he talked to Jay and sat up more, trying to understand what was going on.  The words Adam was saying were too vague for her to completely understand what was happening.

"What?!  Oh my god, are you alright?" he asked frantically.  "Yeah, I'll be right there," he said before hanging up his phone.

"What was that?  Is Jay okay?  Where is he?" she asked, eagerly awaiting his answer.

Adam was so deep in thought that he didn't even hear her.  "Stupid mother fucker," he muttered under his breath.  Slapping him on the leg, she questioned the Canadian again.

"What happened Adam?"

He frowned, looking down to meet her glance.  "Jay wants me to pick him up… at the police station."

Britney's eyes widened, "What?!  What did he do?"

"Nothing," Adam said.  "He defended himself, kind of in a fight, and the cops wanted to question him about it."

"Oh my god," she replied.  "Who did he get into a fight with?"

Adam hesitated for a long moment, deciding she'd find out eventually and he'd rather her hear it from him, he answered, "Brock Lesnar."

AT THE POLICE STATION

Jay sat in a waiting area inside the police station.  His head hurt like a bitch, but it didn't taint his memory of what happened earlier, when he approached that asshole Brock Lesnar…

Jay was getting ready to leave the hotel to go to the club.  Closing the door to his hotel room, he turned and walked out, catching a glimpse of Rob walking behind him.  He stopped to wait for him.

"Hey dude," Rob said, walking over and patting Jay on the back.

"Hey Rob," he said as they began to walk down the hallway, both heading to the club.

They engaged in some small talk as they made their way to the elevator and down the hotel lobby.  Once they reached the lobby, they were about to walk out the door, when something caused Jay to stop in his tracks.  From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Stephanie McMahon.  Jay grew to like both of the McMahon girls, but after a short while realized that his best friend had completely fallen in love with one of them.  It was when this whole mess with his already good friend Britney started that he began to take notice of the blonde's cousin.  As they grew closer, he grew a very strong fondness toward the pretty brunette.  But it wasn't just Stephanie who caught his eye, but the person who was talking to her.  Brock Lesnar.

"Uh oh," Rob said as he looked over to see what Jay was glaring at.  Stephanie looked really uncomfortable, and Jay imagined she'd rather be alone in a room with Paul Levesque than in a crowded room with Brock Lesnar.

"Hey Rob, you go ahead.  I'll meet you at the club," Jay said, becoming very suspicious of the man cowering over Stephanie.  He started to walk away, but Rob grabbed his arm, much like Jay had done the other day with Adam.

"Hey, do you want me to go over there with you?" Rob asked, not letting go of the Canadian's arm.

Shrugging his arm free, Jay responded, "No… I gotta do this on my own."

Shrugging, Rob left Jay by himself after saying, "Whatever you say.  Good luck dude."  J

ay inhaled deeply and made his way over to Brock and Stephanie, the huge man still having his back to him.  He made eye contact with Stephanie, who in turn looked at him like he was a savior.  Noticing that her attention had shifted away from him, Brock turned to see what Steph was looking at.

"Oh, hey Reso," he said, sounding a little relieved.

For a second, he thought maybe Adam was behind him, and Brock knew the tall Canadian was a short fuse away from exploding on him.  Jay didn't answer him, simply staring at Brock as he crossed his arms over his chest.  Damn punk, Brock thought to himself.  I'm never going to get to Brit with these damn Canadians up my ass.

"Can I help you?" Brock asked, a little less enthused than he sounded when Jay first approached him.  Jay didn't know what to say as Stephanie's eyes pleaded with him to get her out of there.  Thinking fast and someone desperately, an idea popped into Jay's head.

"I'm just here to pick Steph up," he said, a small smile forming on his lips.

Brock raised an eyebrow, "For what, may I ask?"  Moving in closer, using his size to intimidate Jay, he awaited an answer.  Shit, Jay thought.  Why AM I here to pick up Steph?  A million and a half reasons scattered through his brain, but luckily, Stephanie made a quick decision for him.

"Not that it's any of YOUR business, but Jay is picking me up so we can go on our date," she said, much more confidently now that Jay was there.

"Y-yeah that's right.  Stephanie and I are going on a date tonight," Jay added as Brock's glance shifted back and forth between the Canadian and the brunette McMahon.  Stephanie stood, putting Jay's arm over her shoulder as they turned away.

"Bye Brock!" they said simultaneously, nearly bursting into laughter after leaving an apparently dumfounded Lesnar behind.  But Brock couldn't resist cracking his next comment.

"Good luck man.  I'm willing to bet this one's just as much of a wildcat in bed as her cousin," he smirked, causing Jay to stop and spin to face him, twirling Stephanie around with him.

"Take that back dickhead," Jay said, feeling his blood pressure rise.

"Uh oh, did I hit a sensitive spot?  Come on, seriously!  How many guys do you think these two have screwed?!  I bet I could get come great stories from the boys if…"

"Fuck you Brock!" Jay suddenly screamed, causing all of the people in the somewhat ritzy hotel lobby to look up.  Brock's eyes widened at Jay's outburst.  The other day when he had had his words with Adam, Jay seemed very quiet and almost shy.  This was definitely NOT the case now.  "Listen pal, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but this shit has got to stop.  Let me ask you a question Brock.  What is your definition of a wildcat?  Last I checked, holding a woman down and FORCING her to have sex with you does not make HER a wildcat, it makes YOU a rapist!" he cried, once again loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Woah, just because I may have been a little forceful doesn't mean she didn't like it on that night… or on other occasions," Brock insisted.  "And as far as Ms. Stephanie over here, I'd say YOU'VE probably had more experience in the area!"  Jay was fuming.  Now he understood why Adam wanted to have this guy killed.

"You bastard!  Just because these two wont give you any doesn't mean they're giving it to everyone else.  You really need to show some respect for them cause they ARE women.  Don't get bitchy just because you have to play with THAT every night," Jay said angrily, pointing at Brock's hand, which was resting on the back of a couch.  By now, almost everyone in the lobby had their eyes locked to the two men, with Stephanie McMahon holding onto the shorter blonde's hand as if for dear life.

As Jay made his last comment, Stephanie winced.  Knowing Brock as long as she had, she knew he was a proud man, especially when it came to whom he was getting with and how much he was getting it.  She watched the cocky smirk on her cousin's ex-boyfriend's face merge to an angry glare.  She knew what would happen next.  A long time ago, her brother Shane had made a similar comment to Brock when he had gotten into a fight with Britney, and Brock broke Shane's arm.  If history were to repeat itself, Brock's reaction would be a violent one.

"Okay Jay, th-that's enough.  Let's just get out of here," she insisted, tugging at his arm.  Jay matched Brock's glare with one of his own, refusing to budge.  God damnit!  Why do guys have to be so full of themselves?! she thought.

"You heard the woman, get out of here!" the Next Big Thing told him.

"Fine, we're outta here.  Have fun with your hand tonight," Jay replied, smirking.

Uh oh, thought Stephanie.  As Jay went to turn away, Brock raised his arm and swung, catching him square in the jaw.  The blow, coming from the obviously stronger man, knocked Jay completely off balance, causing him to stumble backward.  "Jesus Christ!" the Canadian yelled, hands flying to his face to make sure his jaw was still in place.  He looked up at Lesnar, furiously shuffling his feet until he was standing upright.  Brock leaned down a little, menacingly taunting Jay after he hit him.  Never in a million years would Brock had expected Jay's retaliation to be a physical one.  Jay kicked Brock in the shin, bringing his face level with the range of Jay's swing.  The Canadian's fist connected with Lesnar's cheekbone, catching him off guard and sending him backward.  He would never admit, but Brock knew that he was completely taken aback by how much that punch had hurt.  The back of his leg his the couch, causing him to tumble over backwards.  Before he went completely over the back, the Next Big Thing grabbed Jay's arm, pulling him over as well.  The two began brawling, with Brock getting the upper hand of nearly the entire fight.  Stephanie yelled for security as she watched Jay fight for her and Britney's honor.  Well, it wasn't really a fight, more like Jay getting the hell beat out of him, but her heart still swelled at the thought of him fighting for her.  Within a minute or so, security guards dog piled Brock, wrestling him off of Jay.  While it took four of the five guards to tame Brock, Jay willingly walked over to the fifth.

"Guess I'm going for the ride too?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't worry too much.  The manager's only pressing charges on that one, according to what a clerk told her," the officer replied.

As they led the two out separate doors, Jay turned, mouthing to a bewildered Stephanie, "I'm sorry."  She smiled at him as he left, then turned her attention to the manager who was currently asking her what was going on.

"Jay!"

Jay snapped out of his daze when he heard a female voice, looking up to see Britney and Adam approaching him.

"Hey guys," he said, wrapping his arms around Britney as she hugged him.

"Dude, you're getting a really bad black eye!" Adam exclaimed, as Britney gently moved a hand over his cheek.

"Yeah, I know.  It hurts like a bitch," he muttered.

"So what hap… I mean, what's their reason for bringing you here?" Adam asked, stuttering a little.  His hesitation caused Jay to look up at him.  Meeting his friend's eyes, he noticed they motioning to little blonde sitting with them.  Adam didn't want to ask what happened in front of Britney.  Jay decided it would be best to go along with it.

"I don't know.  I guess they just wanted to question me.  But it's okay cause the manager said she's not pressing charges on me, just Brock."

"Good," Adam replied.  "So where's he at?  Hopefully they gave him the chair," he said dryly.  Neither of them noticed the look Britney shot at Adam after his statement.

Jay managed a little laugh, "Ha, ha.  Don't think so man, not for this crime.  He's sitting in a cell right now, waiting for someone to come pay his bail."  Adam suspected that Brock would be there for a while, he didn't seem to be a guy with many friends willing to bail him out of jail.

"Um guys?  I'm gonna go to the bathroom okay?  I'll be right back," Britney said suddenly, standing up and leaving before either of them could say anything.  Walking down the hall, she heard Jay's voice, "That was weird.  She felt horrible for lying to them, especially to Adam.  Well, I'm not really LYING.  I am going to the bathroom, just stopping somewhere else on the way, she thought as she sped down the hall, leaving to very confused blonde Canadian's to wonder.  As much as she hated doing what she was doing, she had to.  She had to protect her friends, especially now after what happened to Jay, and she knew this was the only way to do it.