Author's Notes: Thank you to all who reviewed my fic. Here's Chapter 2, ready to go.

As Annie Collapsed onto the floor, Chris listened to her. He wanted to help so much. But in the end, she would have turned him away again. Chris walked down the hall towards his locker room. When he opened the door, he found a very familiar diva. She looked very concerned about something. It looked like she had been crying. Chris grabbed a chair and sat in front of her.

"What's going on with her, Ames?"

"You know about Annie's fits? The way she lashes out at anyone around her."

"What aren't you telling me? She's obviously in trouble. Whether it'd be physically or emotionally. I want to help her. But it's impossible when she keeps pushing me away."

"All I can say is that Annie has been through a lot in her life. She has her own way with dealing with her problems."

"I don't believe you, Amy. I know you want to tell me. What's wrong with her? It's not that hard to tell she needs help. And it isn't that difficult to tell you want to say it."

"If I actually did want to tell, I couldn't. Annie would kick my ass if I told. I don't doubt you want to help her. She doesn't either. Beyond this point, Savannah Senneth can't save herself."

"Then let me help her. Please tell me what I need to know. I want to help her. And I can't do that if I don't know what's going on."

"Chris, you have to just go and confront Ann yourself. She won't listen to me when it comes to the matters of her well being. I know and you know we both care about her too much to see her in this much pain. This isn't my problem to tell its Ann's. Answer a question for me. Do you have ulterior motives for helping her?"

"What are you talking about, Ames?"

"I'll just get to the point, here. Are you falling for Ann? I wouldn't blame you if you were. I don't even know why I'm asking this question. It seemed like it needed to be answered. Oh, never mind! Ann would kill me if she knew I was playing matchmaker for her. Why don't you just forget I even said it? It would do us both a world of good."

"No, no we're not going to forget that at all. Why are you so interested in this? Ann's love life is only a concern to herself. Besides, I'm only doing this because I care about her. She is my friend. Damn it, Ames! Don't try and change the subject. Her life is on the line, whether you know it or not. At least, tell me something useful."

"Yeah, Ames what is going on with me? Are you two trying to play divine intervention? Umm, yeah? Newsflash, I think that only works when I'm in the room with you. Go right ahead and tell him something useful."

Annie leaned against the doorway with a bottle of bourbon in hand. The bottle was already half empty. Chris and Amy looked at her in disbelief. Annie was completely off balanced at that point.

"Ann, are you drunk?"

"Well, not as much as I prefer to be."

"Holy shit, Ann! What were you thinking?"

Annie moved away from the doorway and knelt in front of Chris. She had this puppy dog look in her eyes. It made Chris feel sorry for her. And Amy sick to her stomach.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe, I-I needed to escape from the pressures. I have been a little on edge about things. They just happen to get to me. And that's why I woke up screaming. Sometimes when I don't work out my issues in real life, I resort to trying to solve them alone in my subconscious. I'm not a drunk, if that's what you think. I have no idea how I got a hold of the bottle. I must have just blacked-out at that time. Please don't be angry with me. Can you really blame me for acting like this, Chris?" Ann said, innocently.

"You know what? You make me sick. How can you sit there and manipulate Chris to your every whim?"

"Excuse me! May I remind you of the time you totally made out with Kane on national television? Now, that was sickening. Talk about sick and twisted manipulation. That has your name written all over it."

"Umm..." said Amy, who was at a loss for words.

"Ha! What is it? Got no smart-ass remarks? I thought so."

Annie was about to take another drink when Chris took it from her. They both stood up, Annie just glared at him. Chris looked at her like he was staring through her soul. She took the bottle from his hand and threw it against the wall. The bottle itself shattered. Yet no one in the room even flinched.

"There! Are you happy now? I took the chance before you could even make a move. Does that prove something to you? Whatever you want to say, just say it."

Before Chris could even say a word, Annie's eyes began to glaze over. Her body went hurdling to the floor. In the nick of time, Chris caught her just before she hit the floor.