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: Though I will never admit this again, I want to tell you right off the top that I don't know who the evil is yet. Matt does and he tells me every single time his dead ghost talks to me (just kidding man, I am not crazy!) I want to tell you all thank you for reviewing my story and it seems I am going to have no issue hitting over 100 on this one, LOL it's nowhere near done and that makes me want to smile. Wait I am smiling, well you get the idea. Now that for this story you know my secret, I promise to make this one a damn good time for all of you. Also to Katy, you asked about a new website, and I have a new one, and its being worked on as much as I can. If you go to my profile and click the link, it should take you there just fine.

The room was dark, smelled of old cigarettes and wine. She had no idea where she was, but she knew it was somewhere that looked and smelled like her own personal hell. The last thing she remembered was talking to Matt and having him tell her in so many words that she was dead as a doornail if the plan these sickos had went through, and now here she was, wet, hurt, in extreme pain and most of all, more alone then she had been since Matt had left and Chris had taken his place.

What the hell am I saying; no one can take Matt's place in my heart. She thought to herself, not allowing herself to admit just yet that what was running through her veins was a wonderful love for a new man, just what Matt had wanted for her.

"You comfortable here Mrs. Hardy?" the voice said through the darkness. She tried to get a good look at him but knowing that it was dark and she wasn't a black cat with wicked vision, she gave up on even trying. All she knew was it was a voice she hadn't heard before, and that it was quiet and serene. Not at all like the voice of the person she had woken up and had beating on her.

"No, how about you tell me what the hell I am doing here and letting me go so I can get back to my warm bed."

"I can't imagine it can be all that warm when no one sleeps in it with you. A pretty little thing like you should have never gotten involved with a Hardy."

No kidding, I wish I had thought about that four years ago. I wouldn't be here right now awaiting death like my dead husband had.

"You don't know what the hell you are talking about. Matt and Jeff are the best thing that ever happened to me. Haven't you read their book?"

She knew it wasn't the time for a shameless plug but for some reason she knew that if she kept this guy talking long enough, he would end up spilling all and she was looking forward to that more then anything else. She had to find a way to get herself out of here and back to Chris. This felt too much like a movie gone badly and she didn't want to be a part of it any longer.

"I know all about Hardy. I work with the asshole."

"Which one are you talking about? I don't know you so it can't be Matt. He was too stupid to cause any trouble."

"Thanks a lot Ames, let me remind you that you married this idiot."

"Shut up Matt, I'm trying to get the hell out of here."

The guy came closer to her then, trying to figure out why she was talking to the wall and not to him. Did his boss have him take a woman that was ready for the tenth floor of the hospital or something? The last thing he needed was to be trapped with a lunatic.

"Shut up Mrs. Hardy, you aren't getting out of here until we get what we want."

Amy was almost afraid to ask what it was that they were after. She had nothing in terms of money; most of it had gone into the house over the years and just basic living. Everyone knew that the big names got paid well in the WWE; everyone else was just like a normal job.

"What exactly is it that you want?"

"Jeff Hardy."

The instant that he said it, she knew what she was doing in this dark dank room. They were going to use her as bait for Chris and Jeff and when they finally got what they wanted, and then all of them were going to end up dead. Not something she was looking forward too but she had no other choice but to go along with it. Hopefully Chris had noticed her gone and would come and get her.

The room was trashed when he walked back from Jeff's house and he knew that the caller had made good on his promise. He picked up her broken mirror off the floor and noticed the dried up blood instantly. He had been at Jeff's house no longer then an hour, and in that time they had taken her and probably killed her.

"You aren't going to get away with this, I hope you know that."

"She's alive Chris, but I don't know for how long. They want Jeff just like I told you awhile ago. It seems they have some sort of score to settle and all they want is Jeff, no matter who stands in the way."

The voice startled him at first but then he realized that there wouldn't be a place that Matt wouldn't be in right now.

"Can you actually look at a chick naked when you are dead and floating around like that?" he had always wanted to ask that.

"No, unless I want to look at you and Amy, and believe me, you aren't someone I want to check out naked."

"Good to know, now do you know where they took her man?"

"Some building that's dark looks to be on the edge of town. I am only allowed to help you a little bit though, so I can't tell you where."

Now Chris was getting agitated. He was an angel sent down to help them get together, and although they were closer then they had been in years, he couldn't help him save her life. What the hell were Angels really good for if they didn't help all the way?

"Why can't you tell me more then that?"

"Because if I tell you anything more then the basics, then she dies. Do I really have to explain any more then that? The natural order of things is not for her to die now. It isn't her time."

"When will she die then Matt? How long do I have to make her mine before she leaves me again?"

"Thirty years. The funny thing is she is going to have problems when she gives you another child at 55 and it is going to end up causing her death about 5 years later."

"When I save her, can I tell her?"

"No, that would do her in faster. I don't want her to have to think about death once we get through this."

"That seems to be fair enough. Now I am going to call in Mark. I need you to keep an eye on her, and try to find anything that can lead me to her."

Matt thought of something then, and before Chris could leave the room he grabbed him through the air. "She has her cell phone in her coat pocket. I put a tracker on it months ago, so I wouldn't lose her."

"Paranoid that someone would take her?" Chris asked, the question looming in the air, both men knowing what the other was thinking at that moment.

"In Love Chris, you should know. Thank me later, just save her and make sure these assholes pay."