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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?

A/N: Thank you to everyone that sent their well wishes to me throughout the pregnancy. It's a rough spot for me to be in because this is the third time in over a year of trying and well it seems that most of them end badly (miscarriage).So I will be going for an ultrasound next week, so keep your fingers crossed for me would ya? Also thank you for taking the time to read both of the chapters that I threw your way last night, and also for reviewing them. You put me at 90 reviews and climbing as of this writing and well that means more then anything to me seeing as I am nowhere near done. Look for the next story to start as soon as this one has it's thank you chapter up and ready for a good read.

The walked the hallways in silence, checking and double checking over their shoulders as they made the long and heavy trek to where Mark had broken his way in. Kevin was becoming heavier by the minute, and although Mark looked like he wasn't even breaking a sweat, she felt that something needed to be said for what he was undertaking.

"You didn't have to do this, so I have to wonder something. Why did you?"

Mark turned around in her direction, blocking her from passing, a sign of keeping her safe from a shocking sniper bullet. "I did it because Chris means a lot to me and I would do anything if it meant he would start wearing a smile again."

Amy pondered what he said as they started their walking the narrow hallway again. Kevin grunted then, obviously waking up from the nut shot she had laid on him only minutes before they started walking. The blood seemed to have found a place to pool and was now no longer running down his leg.

I'm glad my mother can't see me now that's for sure. This is too weird to even explain to her.

"Your mother has seen worse then that believe me."

There was the voice again, the one that came and went more dead then alive. Every single time she thought she was about to have a sacred thought to herself, there he popped in and brought real life down around her again.

"You mind leaving me the hell alone until I get out of here?"

Mark stopped and turned again. Amy caught his glare and realized she had been talking out loud and although he seemed to know about Matt, she didn't want him to think she was a total loon. She opened her mouth to say something and Mark slammed his hand over it before she could even mouth the word.

"He is close to us now Ames, it would be best if from now on, we didn't make much noise. If you didn't realize what I mean by that, it means shut the hell up Matt, you are going to get us killed."

He removed his hand from her mouth at that moment, causing Amy to almost break out in a full facial smile. So far, since Matt had died and gone to heaven, and come back to reek havoc with her heart, she had been the only one to tell him off. She had to acknowledge what a relief it was that she wasn't alone in wanting to be left alone.

"Thanks Mark."

Mark just nodded his head and continued slowly down the hall. It was then that the man came out of the darkness and grabbing Amy from behind he held the silencer to her head, prepared to do away with her before Mark even knew what was going on.

"Put her down or I will blow Kevin's brains out. I doubt Jeff is paying you for that!" Mark shouted with authority. So much in fact that Amy realized that AJ seemed to relax a little on the death hold he had her in.

"Drop Kevin and then we can discuss what I want." He choked out, pushing Amy closer to him to make his point."

Mark lifted the gun then, and within seconds a shot rang out in the underground hallway. Kevin slumped to the floor in complete defeat and Mark looked back at AJ for confirmation of what he had done.

"I don't really listen well; I could have sworn you said to shoot the asshole. Now if you don't mind, I will take Amy and we will be leaving."

For the third time since being taken, she felt her blood go cold as AJ pointed the gun towards her head. She didn't hear the shot, but she felt the pain as her body slumped to the floor.

"Something has happened Chris, you need to get in there."

Chris crawled from where he was lying, the blood now pouring into Jeff's sweater and not around himself. He slumped himself up on a rock outside the building and cast one look at the door. He knew he was the only one that could get in there and save her, but would it be in time?

"What the hell do you want me to do man? If you haven't seen, I am looking kind of bad off right now."

"I can partially heal it. This isn't her time to go Chris, I told you that. Don't make it be her time."

"Then what the hell are you waiting for, heal the damn thing. I refuse to let you take her again."

Matt rolled his eyes as his angelic body bent down to where the wound was. His brother's sweater had indeed stopped the blood flow a smidgen, but there was still a lot of blood loss that could mean death in the long run.

"Sit tight alright, it won't take but a minute."

He laid his hands over the wound and Chris watched as the blood that had been dripping to the ground below him was now being lifted away. The wound started to seize up and it suddenly looked like an old scab that Chris had been living with for years.

"How does that suit you huh? Is it as good as new yet?"

"You don't like me, and I don't really trust me, but in the end, it is Amy who matters, so for that I will never be able to thank you enough for that."

Chris took off at a fast run then, hearing the last gunshot as it went off. Suddenly he saw the propane tank blow, and within seconds he was on his ass, his eyes adjusting to the fact that with that last gunshot went his chances of ever having real love again.