Alright, first things first, I'm kinda pouting right now, I just watched the TNA PPV.....I sorta figured Jeff Hardy wouldn't win, but there's always that little ray of hope in the back of your mind..ya know? Ok OK enough about me pouting...on with the story

The next few weeks progressed pretty much uneventful, Jeff spent alot of time with Lita, when she could convince Kane that she absolutely needed something from the store, and not just any store, a store that was at least an hour away. Her arguement? "But you don't want the baby to be unhappy? Do you?".

Trish was comepletely avoiding both of them, and for some odd reason Christian had appareantly decided to leave her alone.Jeff had a feeling he was up to something. He just hadn't figured out what yet.

Lita, when she wasn't hanging out with Jeff, or making up excuses to get Kane to leave for awhile, was busy plotting a way to get Jeff and Trish together, or at least get them to where they were on speaking terms. So far, she hadn't been able to come up with anything.

Kane had eventually figured out what she was doing, sending him on those little errands. Kane, in anger, requested a match against Jeff, and of course, was granted his wish. He informed Lita that she was to stay in the locker room, no matter what, Lita, already in enough trouble with him, decided it was best for her to listen.

So there she was, having to just watch on a monitor as Kane faced Jeff.

Her eyes widened in shock as Christian ran to the ring after the match, Jeff had already lost, and was pretty much out of it. Christian grabbed a chair from ring side, and just as Jeff was standing, he hit him with it., sending Jeff back down to the mat. Lita watched horrified as Jeff struggled back to his feet, as Christian raised the chair again. Only this time, someone jerked the chair from his hands.

Lita smiled as she saw who had come out to help Jeff.

It was Trish.

The distraction had allowed Jeff to recover some, and just as Christian reached for Trish, Jeff picked up the now discarded chair, and brought it down on Christian's head. Hard. He quickly tossed it aside, and grabbed Trish's hand and led her backstage.

She wasn't sure why she'd run out there. Truthfully, she hadn't even realized what she was doing until Christian turned to face her, which was when she dropped the chair. Oh shit, This is bad. This is bad. a voice kept repeating in her head, she defiantly ignored the voice, and stood in the ring watching as Jeff grabbed the chair, and hit Christian with it. She allowed herself a smug smile, before being led away from the ring.

Once they were backstage, Jeff led her to an area that was pretty well deserted. He released her hand and turned to face her.

"Thanks." he mumbled

"Don't mention it." Really don't mention it ever.

"why'd you go out there?" he asked

" Um, well it was the right thing to do, I-I mean you helped me out with Christian and all, so I figured I 'd return the favor?" she stumbled over her words, and knew that neither of them believed it.

"That's it huh?You did it because it 'was the right thing to do'? That's all?" he said stepping closer to her.

"Y-yeah. I mean, you helped me, so, so I helped you." she said reasonably, backing away from him. She had never once been truly afraid of what he'd do, but the look in his eyes, had her scared. She knew he'd never physically hurt her, but the look of frustration on his features, sent a chill down her spine, she wasn't quite sure if that chill was fear, or excitement.

He continued to advance on her, she backed away until her back was against a wall.

"Oh God." was all she could think before he took the final step effectively pinning her between his body and the wall directly behing her. His lips came crashing down to hers, in a kiss that was every bit as frustrated as it was angry and passionate. Her mind raced at the feel of his body against hers, his hands racing down the sides of her body, then back up,

Tossing her concerns aside, at least momentarilly, she returned the kiss, with equal amounts of passion, and frustration. wanting whatever he offered, arching into his hands as they played over her body. their tongues dancing together.

Vaguely they both heard their names being yelled, and with a groan of frustration, Jeff tore himself away from her, just as Eric Bischoff rounded the corner

":There you two are. Since neither of you can seem to stay out of each others matches, I've assigned you both to a match next week. It will be Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus versus Christian, and Victoria. With those words he was gone again.

Jeff and Trish were both pleased with the announcement.

Alright then next week." Jeff said, then leaned down and kissed her quickly, just barely tracing his tongue across her bottom lip, before pulling back.

Trish found herself unable to speak, and settled for watching as he walked in the direction of his locker room.

As always read and review...........Yay! Trish didn't run away that time!.......Preview of next chapter........Christian,and Victoria face off against Jeff and Trish, there's a surprise return, and yet more plotting by Lita, and of course Jeff.