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?

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

A/N: You will notice with this chapter I am going to speed time ahead a tiny bit because well hell, I can't have this happen all in one night. No romance writer is that good. Thank you for the sweet words you said on your profile Latisha, I read it just now and not only do you think I can inspire you, but you are inspiring me. So thank you and might I add I think it is wicked that I made you squeal when reading my story, it gives me a sense of pride unlike any other. I also wanted to let all of you know that this is basically a romance, but with all my stories there has to be a little life or death suspense. The story won't revolve around what happened to Matt all that much but it is there as a background. You know me by now, sucker for the total romance.

It had been a week since Matt's murder and they were no closer to finding who did it, or for that matter the real reason why. Now they all stood in the rain, watching the casket being lowered into the ground, and Amy felt like she was about to die along with him. It was all she could do not to ask them to throw her in there with him. Except she knew he wasn't there anymore, he was in a higher place. That thought didn't make this day any less daunting though.

Directly to her left stood Chris, as solemn as she had ever seen him, face almost buried to the ground along with Matt. He had something running through his head, but he hadn't bothered to come to her and talk about it, so she knew it had to something that was better left unsaid.

Jeff had come, but chosen not to stay. He had told Amy he would be back later that night to say a proper goodbye to his brother, something that to him was better left until they were alone. Matt had loved his younger brother, but there had been a lot of tension since instead of coming back to the WWE he had chosen a path to the NWA. It had hurt Matt, she remembered their conversations like they happened yesterday, but they hadn't gotten to properly make their peace and she knew it had to be killing Jeff right now.

"What do you want to do now Ames? Is there somewhere you need me to take you?" Chris asked then, breaking into her thoughts and bringing her back to the harsh reality before her.

"If you wouldn't mind, all I want to do is go home and get some sleep. This was harder then I thought it would be."

"Well it is never easy letting someone you love go Amy. Let's get out of here before we get wetter then we already are." As he spoke, he moved her quickly to where he had parked his car. He held the umbrella over her head as steady as his hand could make it, and when she was safely out of the cold and wet rain, he folded the umbrella and got into the car. He would take her home and let her get some sleep and then he was going to call Vince. He had a vacation coming up; it was time now that he took it.

"What can I do for you Chris?" Vince boomed into the phone in his dark hotel room. He had been to the funeral that day and he needed the darkness to come to terms with the loss of one of the most heartfelt superstars of the new generation.

"I know that you have the Elimination Chamber set for me in a month, but I think I need to stay here with Amy right now and help her through this."

"She still has the Women's Title Chris, she needs to put what happened behind her and get back into the ring. It is the only way she can really give back to Matt."

Chris rolled his eyes then, thankful that Vince wasn't in the room to see him. He respected Vince for the way he chose to run the company but when it came to deep caring the man had a lot to learn. Would he have done the same thing to his own daughter if it had been Paul that had been murdered so heinously?

"I understand that for business you need to have her back but if you try and push her right now she will have legal all over your ass. Her husband, the man she loved more then the title is dead and she needs time to deal with that before she can get in the ring again, much less wrestle."

Vince sighed into the phone and listened patiently to what Chris was saying. He knew the young man was right. If he tried to do anything to Amy right now with what had happened, he was going to enter a lawsuit, something he had done enough of in the last few years.

"Listen, I can take giving the Women's Belt back to Trish for a period of time and when she can come back making them fight again but you are in the main event at the next pay per view. I cannot afford to let you off for months at a time as well. You didn't lose your husband."

"No, but remember when my wife left me a couple years ago Vince? I didn't want to take the time off like you told me too. I worked my ass off and became the first undisputed champion in the WWE. Now, the time has come for me to do something for Amy and I plan on doing it."

He hated to have to get stern with the boss, the one man that could take him down with one single sentence. He didn't want to get himself fired, but if it helped Amy at all he would take the chance.

"Fine, you want to have some time off, you got it. I want you back and in shape for that pay per view. Everything else, well we can talk about that later. You do what you need to do for her son, and get your ass back to me in one piece."

Chris hung up the phone and headed up the stairs to check on Amy. Ever since he had shown up on the scene, he noticed she wouldn't sleep in the queen size bed she shared with Matt. He remembered back to his divorce and realized though it wasn't the same, they had felt the same way, at a complete loss. He hadn't slept in the bed either, and had chosen to throw it out and by a smaller one. One that wouldn't have someone else's body creased into it.

He knocked on the door lightly, and not getting an answer entered quietly. Lying on the bed, fast asleep for the first time in a week was Amy. He made his way to the bed and lying down beside her, took her into his arms and just held her. He had no idea where the need to do it had come from, but he knew it couldn't be wrong. She needed this more then anything else. She needed to know that she was loved, if not by her dead husband, by him.

"Don't worry Chris; I don't hold anything against you. You have loved her from the first time you laid eyes on her, and it was that love that guides you here now. Yours and mine."

The angels looked down on the two sleeping children and their faces erupted in smiles. It was written that these two would indeed be put together where they belonged. As much as they didn't want to admit it, the young man's death had done what needed to be done. They were on their way to falling in love all over again, the everlasting kind.

"Was it really necessary to have the young man die Artemis?" the young woman with whom he loved asked of him, as they eagerly watched as the two children were huddled together below them.

"It was, and the young man knew it. That is why he still hasn't come all the way home to us Rachel. He is there to do what we can't do all alone this time. He is there to bring the two of them together and watch them become joined. He needs to do this more then anyone before, including us."

"What will come of the person that killed him?"

"He will reap what he has sown, never fear dear."

"Is our work done with this couple now? Or do we guide the young gentleman more like the man before him?" she asked, thinking mildly of when they had placed Shawn and Trish together and had taken the time to guide them, better then any love story ever could.

"This couple below us, they are our children Rachel. We will never be done with them and them with us."