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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: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year To All!! Oh and to my best fan Latisha, I am glad I could make you laugh this close to the season. Also, I wanted to let you all know that since I have been doing the flashbacks from Chris's angle, I am going to switch this chapter and make it all about Amy. It might give you a little bit more insight into what really runs through her head instead of just what Chris sees.

It was now six in the morning, and as she rolled around for the thirteenth time that night, she realized that if sleep was what she wanted, she wasn't going to get it, not by a long shot.

Christmas was the day after tomorrow and she knew she wasn't looking forward to it. She frowned when she realized the last time she hadn't looked forward to it was the year that Matt had confessed how he had felt about her, and Chris had been thrown to the wolves.

"Why did I do that to him? He really did care about me, and wanted to be with me for the holidays, throwing his family aside and I got with Matt when he was away. Why does he care so much now?"

"He loves you Amy, and he always has, despite what the two of us put him through."

"You should have stayed away from me Matt. If you knew this was how you were going to end up, you should have left me the hell alone."

"We couldn't very well do that could we? You moved to Carolina to be close to me, I fell in love with you. Despite what I know now, I wouldn't change a damn thing that happened four years ago."

She knew in her heart that she wouldn't have changed any of it either. For years after that Christmas, she had thought she had done the right thing for everyone that was involved. Chris had moved on, a year after he married some girl from Canada, and they were making a life together. It couldn't have turned out better for everyone.

Except now, he was divorced, his heart always having been with her and she was sitting in bed, minus one husband, having to talk to his spirit, and making the most of it. The only thing was, just like so many years ago, Chris was there for her, and he had no reason to want to leave.

"He cares about you Amy. I don't want you to move on without me, but I know that it's written that you have too. I have given my blessing to Chris and told him to treat you right. I have done all that I can."

She closed her eyes then, aware that Matt was in the room with her, but not wanting to talk about it anymore. She had said her piece to Chris in the car, but she knew that if they got any closer then four years ago would have to be discussed and she wasn't looking forward to it. She would rather have her teeth pulled without nova cane.

Flashback – Four Years Ago New Year's Eve Party for WWE

Matt held onto her tightly, guiding her around the room, knowing they were the topic of conversation but not caring. He knew that people were thinking what a horrible person he was, but he didn't care, he now had the girl of his dreams and he wasn't letting go.

Amy looked at him then, the smile running from ear to ear more then even she could take. It had only been yesterday that Chris had shown up at her house, looking through the window and seeing Matt and her as close as two people could be. She hadn't even had a chance to explain what it was they were doing. She knew in her heart she would never get the chance to tell him the truth ever again.

He had made it clear that what he saw was more then enough to tell him things were over. He knew they had fought about his leaving on Christmas and her being invited to Matt's. She also remembered that he told her that he didn't trust what matt was doing. He had been right, Matt had told her over dinner that he loved her more then his own life, and when she looked deep down, she knew she cared about him too. In the meantime, Chris had been lead on, and in the end, let cold hearted and alone. That had been the last thing she had wanted for him.

He entered then, shaking hands with Chris Benoit and Andrew, two people that he had worked hard with in Canada before making it to the WCW. As she watched him make his way around the room, she wondered when he would come to her.

Matt noticed that Chris was close then, making a habit of turning in the other direction. He knew he still had some work to do and he didn't want to lose her now, not when she was in his arms. "Do you want to get out of here and head back to the hotel?"

She shrugged, letting her arms sag as she stopped. She just didn't have the energy to move. She needed to talk to him; she knew that much in her heart. If she didn't talk to Chris now, she knew she never would again.

"No, I think we both know we need to do this and get it over with."

Chris made his way over, and not throwing one little glance in her direction just shook Matt's hand, wished him and his family a happy new year and walked away. Amy watched him as he walked away and she realized that all she wanted to do now was cry. She knew what he must have felt and she knew that she deserved everything that she was getting, choosing Matt and not letting her current boyfriend know. She couldn't help but wish that she could have said something to him though.

"Matt, I'm going to go and wash my hands and face, I will be back in a few minutes." She said pushing her drink unto him and rushing off in the way that Chris had just headed in. Before she knew it, she saw him dash into the restroom, and knew that when he came out, they were going to have a long talk.

'That's if he will even talk to me after what I put him through this holiday.' She muttered to herself. She turned suddenly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Without speaking, she smelled the air and the aftershave and knew instantly who it was.

"What are you doing here and not over there with Matt? I thought you would want to be as close as you could right now. Midnight isn't that far off now." He choked out, knowing he just wasn't ready to talk to her like this. It was too soon for this, if anything at all.

"We need to talk."

"Oh I think you said all you needed to that day at your house don't you?"

"I didn't say a damn thing and you never let me have the chance to explain. I think I deserve the shot to do that don't you?"

Chris chuckled then, but it wasn't the normal laugh she was so used too. It was the cold hearted, angry chuckle he used when he was pissed off and thought the other person should just screw off and leave him alone. Of all the things she had assumed would happen with them, him treating her this way hadn't been one of them.

"Well then say what you need to, to make yourself feel better and get the hell out of my way."

She took a breath and immediately looked up at the man that had taken a chance on loving her. She saw the hurt in his eyes and knew that with all the angry feelings he was throwing out at her, it wouldn't undo the hurt written all over his face at that moment. There could be no hiding it. She had screwed up big time.

"When I accepted Matt's invitation to dinner, I did it with the best intentions. I know you don't believe that, but the way you saw things when you came back was not the way I wanted you too."

"How was I supposed to see it Amy? I saw one of the guys I like working with, kissing my girlfriend. Just how the hell else can you see something like that."

"I'm sorry Chris, I didn't mean for any of this to happen, it just kind of did."

"Do you love me Ames?"

Amy looked down at the floor and felt the tears coming. She knew when she came over here and talked to him that he would ask this. She also knew that with everything in her, she wished she had loved him, but she didn't, and she knew he needed to know that before this could ever end.

"I'm sorry Chris." She said through the watered down tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't love you the way you need me too."

He looked at her then, his face softening just a little, not wanting her to be sitting there and crying over what had happened. Just as soon as he felt bad for her though, his face turned to stone and he looked at her through cold eyes and turned his back, but not before saying the thing she would take with her until the day she died.

"Well that's too bad because I did love you, more then my own life. I hate you Amy Dumas and I never want to see you again for the rest of my life."

She awoke with a start, staring out the window as the snow fell down around the house and the trees. She remembered the dream so vividly, like it was yesterday and it immediately made her want to cry.

She sat up in the bed, realizing that it was very much real and she had been through it all, only four years before.

They had come to terms with each other a year later, and they never looked back, dealing better as friends then they ever did as lovers but Amy couldn't help but feel bad because she had lied to him that day, and for everyday ever since. Chris Irvine was the one that had her heart all this time and she never wanted it back, not as long as he was there to keep it safe.

"How is it possible to love two men as much as I do?"

"Amy, your heart always belonged to Chris and it always will. You made me the happiest man in the world but both of us knew it wouldn't be forever. Chris is your life, your future, and you need to get over me and get on with loving him."

"How can I be completely sure we can do this all again? I don't want to do what I did the last time."

Matt wrapped himself around her in an angelic embrace and let her let the tears fall for the mistake so many years before. "You won't. This time Amy, I won't let you."