Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any superstars in the WWE and anything placed in this story that relates to real life, is completely coincidental.

Summary: Amy is distraught upon receiving a call learning of her husband, Matt Hardy's death. When a new man senses her sorrow and steps in to save her, will it be to late? Or can she find real lasting love again?

Characters: This is all written around the WWE so you will see WWE people in it. There won't be any O/C in this story.

Genre: Romantic

Additional Information: This is the second story in the series Love United. It follows after the Trish and Shawn love story.

A/N: Am I allowed to say wow? When I decided who was going to star in this last night, and went through all my husbands old movies (like from the 50's-80's) to pick the name for this story I didn't think it would be a big hit like the one before it, but wow it was. The least I can do is say a small thank you for now and keep on doing what you need me to do.

After picking Amy up off of the floor, he carried her as gently as he could into her living room and proceeding to lay her down on the couch where she wasn't in danger of smashing her head. He quickly thought to himself if he had gotten that extra arm he had asked his mother for when he was younger, she wouldn't have been hit in the head in the first place.

"Is there anything I can do for you Ames, I know you can't be up to doing much right about now."

The voice was clear as day to her then, interrupting her thoughts of wanting to crawl into a hole and die, joining Matt wherever he had ended up.

"Amy, stop sulking over me alright? I won't sit by and watch you do this to yourself. I am here with you, and so is Chris. Please let him do what needs to be done for you. As much as you don't believe it, the poor guy cares about you."

Oh she had just about had enough of him coming in and telling her what to do. He didn't even attempt to do it when he had been alive, and to try now was making her mad. Within a split second of feeling to need to reach out and strangle someone, she realized that was what he wanted from her. He wanted to her live again and feeling the need to want to do bodily harm to him was certainly living.

"You don't know a damn thing about caring. Didn't you take an easy way out, going and getting yourself killed?" she screamed then, to no one in particular, but loud enough to shake Chris aware that she wasn't handling things well at all. She was talking to ghosts now and he didn't know how he felt about knowing that.

"What are you talking about Amy, I do care, and that's why I want to help you out."

Amy blushed to an ashen red, and turned her head up to where Chris was looking at her like she was losing her mind. Chris Jericho was many things: cocky, obscene at times, downright funny, and a complete ball of fun. Through all of that she had never once had the pleasure of seeing him acting really serious. Now she was getting a view of that, and it was pretty damn strong.

"Sorry Chris, I wasn't talking to you."

"You mind telling me who you were talking to then? I just don't see anyone else here and I was wondering if you did."

She knew he thought she was losing her mind, and with good reason but she needed to explain to someone close to her what the hell was happening around her.

"Matt was talking to me and I felt the need to yell back to him."

"Amy, I know how much you want that to be true, but are you actually sure it was Matt and not your minds way of making him come back to you?"

"Hey Amy, get a load of this guy, he thinks you are losing your ever loving mind, and all on account of my death. I don't think you need to say anything more about me right now. He might call someone and have your ass committed before the twelve o'clock news.

Chris watched her as her head moved in the direction of a voice she obviously hearing. Was it possible that maybe Matt really was talking to her? The more he let the idea enter his mind; he realized weirder things had happened. He let his mind drift to Shawn and Trish's wedding and the baby that had come out of it all. Everyone talked about it like it was normal, but Chris knew from talking to Shawn that the baby had come out of the coma. Yeah stranger things had happened.

"What is he saying to you Amy?"

"He told me to move on, and he told me basically not to talk to you about him anymore because then you will think I am losing my mind and have me committed."

Chris laughed then, finding the whole thing to be funny. Only his friend would come out and say something like that knowing how his wife was now feeling about losing him.

"Well that isn't going to happen, so tell Matt I am here for the long haul."

Amy looked up into his eyes, and just felt like crying all over again. Matt had told her that he would be there for the long haul too and now, at thirty years old, he was lying dead to the world in a hospital morgue. Long haul her ass.

"I didn't leave you on purpose Amy and you know that. I just had to leave so you could find another love and move on and be happy."

"I can't move on without him Chris, no matter how much he tells me too. I built so much of my life around him; my career was as good as it was because I had Matt there to help me along. I just don't know how moving on with my life is going to do anything but more damage."

Chris put his arms around her then, feeling a slightly warm feeling enter his chest. One he hadn't thought about since his divorce from his wife of two years. It felt like that by hugging her when she needed someone to hold her, he was someway helping her and making it all a little easier. He really did care a lot about her, and had since before he had taken his own walk down the aisle.

Flashback Four Years Earlier

He had arrived to the arena early, in preparation for his match against the showstopper, Shawn HBK Michaels. It had been a long time coming but he was rather excited to be working with such a legend. He had done a lot of working out and testing his body because he knew he would need all the bodily resources he had to face such a legend.

As he was about to enter his locker room, he heard a bunch of female voices coming from just down at the end of the hallway. Taking a glance in their direction, he noticed there was a new girl among them, one he hadn't had the chance to meet before.

'Should I go and introduce myself or just go into the locker room and suit up?' he thought to himself, debating whether or not she would want to meet him. It wasn't often they got new girls that actually looked good enough to stick around in the ring, but even from far away, this one had it all.

Throwing his bag down on the floor, he headed in the girls' direction, not looking anywhere but at his target. When he reached them, he tapped Trish on the shoulder and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. If there was one way to get to know new people, it was through Trish. She just happened to be the first to know everyone.

"You feel like introducing me to the rest of the girls?" he whispered in her ear as they hugged. A big smile erupted on her face and she pulled away and introduced Amy to Chris and then vise versa.

"So are you a new women's competitor?" he asked, not knowing what the hell she was doing here but knowing in his heart he needed to know. He had never met a girl like her before. She was so unlike what the WWE liked to hire. Between the tattoo and the red hair, she really was an anomaly. One that he just had to get to know.

"Not really, I am here to walk the aisle with Essa Rios. Have you heard of him?"

"Yeah, I share a locker room with the guy. So are you planning on breaking into the business and wrestling yourself?" he asked, knowing that instead of just meeting her and leaving, he had taken the time to talk to the new girl, ignoring all of the other ones that he did spend a lot of time with.

"Well we will see what happens. Listen, it was nice to meet you but I had better get going. They tape Heat first and if I don't get out there then I might be out of a job sooner then I think."

Chris nodded his head and said his goodbyes and headed back to his locker room, for he had a match to think about that night as well. The one thing he couldn't get out of his head or his heart was the warm feeling that was running through him. He knew then that this girl might just be the one.

He watched her sleeping as he came out of the thought that had taken over his mind, not wanting to let him forget. He had thought that she might be the one and had wanted to do anything he could for her. Little did he know that she was meant to be with Matt Hardy?

Now sitting in front of her on the couch and watching her cuddled into him, sleeping soundly for the first time in a long time, he wondered if maybe Matt had been trying to tell her to not give up because he was there to help her through it.

Chris laughed it off and stood from the couch, figuring he would head on over to where Jeff kept his house and lair for music and see what he thought. There was no way that Matt could be talking to her from the dead, could there?