Author's Notes - What do they all do now that Amy is gone? Read and find
out. Not the best of summaries, but oh well!
And a big thank you goes out to:
Jen - I'm glad you're enjoying this fic, keep the reviews coming!
XtremeWWEchick - Thank you for the review, I promise the coming chapters will be a little happier
Eternal Sailor Serenity - Glad you like this!
Selinde - I'm hope where I go with this doesn't disappoint.
Shadow - I do have an Ace somewhere up my sleve and it will come out very soon.
Cassandra - I'm glad the end of the last chapter had that affect on you, it did on me and my roommie. And as for that Steph and Paul fic, I'm working on it!
Disclaimer - I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic (including a good portion of the plot). I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
Lionel
Adam left the operating room shortly after Amy had passed. He walked through the halls on his way back to his friends in a state of shock. She was gone. She died, and he never got the chance to tell her how he truly felt about her. She was gone.
He took a deep breath when he got to the two swinging doors that would take him back to the waiting area where Chris was. Jeff and Trish were also probably there by now too. Jeff, he was like a brother to Amy, how was he going to tell Jeff that Amy was gone. He released his breath as he pushed the doors open and saw his three friends. Trish had almost jumped from her chair as she ran over to give Adam a hug, tears in both of their eyes. Upon having Trish's arms around him he broke down crying.
"Adam," she whispered, "is Amy ok?" He looked to Chris who shrugged and gave him an apologetic look; he didn't tell them how bad she was.
"Amy's gone," he said through the tears.
"Gone," she quickly pulled back from him, "what do you mean gone?" Jeff walked over upon hearing this.
"Adam what happened?" Adam looked like a deer caught in headlights as he tried to think of an easy way to say that Amy had just died.
"When she got here, the doctors said she had a lot of internal and cranial damage. Jeff they tried everything they could, but she was too badly hurt. She's gone." He looked as his friends begun to cry. He walked over to where Chris was still sitting and sat down beside him crying into his hands.
"You gonna be ok man?" Chris asked putting a supportive hand on his shoulder.
"It should have been me," he cried. "It should have been me." They all sat there for what seemed like an eternity mourning for their lost friends before they had to leave. Since they had already missed their flights earlier, they decided to stay in town and make the sad phone calls about Amy's fate to their friends. It was about five o'clock when they returned to the hotel and Adam stood in a line waiting to check in to another room. Trish and Jeff already had one, and Chris was standing in line in front of him when he took his key and turned to his friend.
"Hang in there Edgester," Chris said putting a supportive hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow." Adam just nodded and Chris walked up to his room.
"Hello, how may I help you sir?" The man behind the desk asked. Adam looked at his name tag which read Lionel.
"Yes Lionel, I need a room for the night," he said. He thought back to the other night when he and Amy had checked in together making jokes and smiling the whole time. What he wouldn't give to see her smile again.
"It wasn't your fault you know," Lionel said bluntly. Adam just looked up at him in shock.
"Excuse me?"
"I said it wasn't you fault for what happened to Amy. She cared a great deal for you and didn't want you to get hurt," Lionel was cut off.
"Who the hell do you think you are to talk about Amy? You didn't even know her," his voice started to trail off as the tears threatened to come back, "and now she's gone. It's not fair!" He slammed his fist on the counter in rage as he thought of his friend.
"We know it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that her dying thoughts were that no one loved her and that she was doomed to always be alone. And for her to not even know that the man that loves her is the one that she sacrificed her life for is definitely not fair," Lionel then smiled. "That is why we are stepping in."
"We," Adam cut in, "what do you mean, we?"
"We are Angels, and we have been watching Miss Dumas. She was an amazing person, she was kind and cared for many people and she continually gave back to her community, we do not think it was right for someone so good to die with such heartache. Therefore, we are giving Miss Dumas and perhaps you a second chance." Lionel pulled out a key card with a picture of a crucifix on it and pushed it across the counter to Adam.
"A second chance? What do you mean?" Adam stared at the peculiar looking key card and then looked back to Lionel.
"When you wake up tomorrow it will be three days before Miss Dumas' accident. You will then have those three days to do as you please, but be warned on the third day she will meet her fate and Amy will be gone. I suggest you tell her how you feel, because there will not be another chance." Lionel smiled as he spoke.
"You're nuts, you know that," Adam said in rage. "My best friend died today and here you are making a joke of it. I'll be going upstairs now." He grabbed his bag and turned to walk away.
"Remember Adam, you have three days," Lionel called as the elevator doors shut. Adam just rolled his eyes as the elevator pulled upward. The doors opened on his floor and he slowly walked to his room. He pulled out his key card and looked at the peculiar illustration on the front. He pulled the door open, walked inside, and collapsed on the bed.
"I miss you Amy," he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
And a big thank you goes out to:
Jen - I'm glad you're enjoying this fic, keep the reviews coming!
XtremeWWEchick - Thank you for the review, I promise the coming chapters will be a little happier
Eternal Sailor Serenity - Glad you like this!
Selinde - I'm hope where I go with this doesn't disappoint.
Shadow - I do have an Ace somewhere up my sleve and it will come out very soon.
Cassandra - I'm glad the end of the last chapter had that affect on you, it did on me and my roommie. And as for that Steph and Paul fic, I'm working on it!
Disclaimer - I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic (including a good portion of the plot). I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
Lionel
Adam left the operating room shortly after Amy had passed. He walked through the halls on his way back to his friends in a state of shock. She was gone. She died, and he never got the chance to tell her how he truly felt about her. She was gone.
He took a deep breath when he got to the two swinging doors that would take him back to the waiting area where Chris was. Jeff and Trish were also probably there by now too. Jeff, he was like a brother to Amy, how was he going to tell Jeff that Amy was gone. He released his breath as he pushed the doors open and saw his three friends. Trish had almost jumped from her chair as she ran over to give Adam a hug, tears in both of their eyes. Upon having Trish's arms around him he broke down crying.
"Adam," she whispered, "is Amy ok?" He looked to Chris who shrugged and gave him an apologetic look; he didn't tell them how bad she was.
"Amy's gone," he said through the tears.
"Gone," she quickly pulled back from him, "what do you mean gone?" Jeff walked over upon hearing this.
"Adam what happened?" Adam looked like a deer caught in headlights as he tried to think of an easy way to say that Amy had just died.
"When she got here, the doctors said she had a lot of internal and cranial damage. Jeff they tried everything they could, but she was too badly hurt. She's gone." He looked as his friends begun to cry. He walked over to where Chris was still sitting and sat down beside him crying into his hands.
"You gonna be ok man?" Chris asked putting a supportive hand on his shoulder.
"It should have been me," he cried. "It should have been me." They all sat there for what seemed like an eternity mourning for their lost friends before they had to leave. Since they had already missed their flights earlier, they decided to stay in town and make the sad phone calls about Amy's fate to their friends. It was about five o'clock when they returned to the hotel and Adam stood in a line waiting to check in to another room. Trish and Jeff already had one, and Chris was standing in line in front of him when he took his key and turned to his friend.
"Hang in there Edgester," Chris said putting a supportive hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow." Adam just nodded and Chris walked up to his room.
"Hello, how may I help you sir?" The man behind the desk asked. Adam looked at his name tag which read Lionel.
"Yes Lionel, I need a room for the night," he said. He thought back to the other night when he and Amy had checked in together making jokes and smiling the whole time. What he wouldn't give to see her smile again.
"It wasn't your fault you know," Lionel said bluntly. Adam just looked up at him in shock.
"Excuse me?"
"I said it wasn't you fault for what happened to Amy. She cared a great deal for you and didn't want you to get hurt," Lionel was cut off.
"Who the hell do you think you are to talk about Amy? You didn't even know her," his voice started to trail off as the tears threatened to come back, "and now she's gone. It's not fair!" He slammed his fist on the counter in rage as he thought of his friend.
"We know it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that her dying thoughts were that no one loved her and that she was doomed to always be alone. And for her to not even know that the man that loves her is the one that she sacrificed her life for is definitely not fair," Lionel then smiled. "That is why we are stepping in."
"We," Adam cut in, "what do you mean, we?"
"We are Angels, and we have been watching Miss Dumas. She was an amazing person, she was kind and cared for many people and she continually gave back to her community, we do not think it was right for someone so good to die with such heartache. Therefore, we are giving Miss Dumas and perhaps you a second chance." Lionel pulled out a key card with a picture of a crucifix on it and pushed it across the counter to Adam.
"A second chance? What do you mean?" Adam stared at the peculiar looking key card and then looked back to Lionel.
"When you wake up tomorrow it will be three days before Miss Dumas' accident. You will then have those three days to do as you please, but be warned on the third day she will meet her fate and Amy will be gone. I suggest you tell her how you feel, because there will not be another chance." Lionel smiled as he spoke.
"You're nuts, you know that," Adam said in rage. "My best friend died today and here you are making a joke of it. I'll be going upstairs now." He grabbed his bag and turned to walk away.
"Remember Adam, you have three days," Lionel called as the elevator doors shut. Adam just rolled his eyes as the elevator pulled upward. The doors opened on his floor and he slowly walked to his room. He pulled out his key card and looked at the peculiar illustration on the front. He pulled the door open, walked inside, and collapsed on the bed.
"I miss you Amy," he thought as he drifted off to sleep.