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Disclaimer – I do not own the WWE, any of it's character, or any of the people used in this fic. Hell, I don't even own Lionel (read the first fic to know who he is), though this time, a good portion of the plot is mine! Anyways, what I'm trying to say is please don't sue me...I don't have much.

Deja-Vu

Jay woke up that morning feeling oddly refreshed. Since the shooting, he had been waking up numerous times throughout the night from nightmares of Trish lying in that parking lot dead. Every night he relived the pretty blonde's murder and in the last week he hadn't gotten much sleep, and now it felt good to sleep through the night.

Deciding he couldn't put off getting up any longer, he opened his eyes and stretched when he noticed something was wrong. This wasn't the room he had fallen asleep in. Panicking, Jay looked around the room trying to find something to tell him where he was or how he got there. After investigating the room he found his things, but they were not the clothes he had originally packed and his suit from the funeral was no where to be found. Slowly, Jay walked over tot eh window and pulled back the curtain to see the unmistakable New York City skyline.

"New York," he said to himself, "but I haven't been here for about three months." Jay sat on the bed trying to figure out how he could get halfway across the country in one night when it suddenly came to him. "That guy, Lionel." And with those words he ran to his door, flung it open and grabbed the complementary issue of the New York Times that was sitting there.

"Impossible," Jay finally said. "I couldn't have gone back in time. But if I did then..." With not another word spoken, Jay grabbed his key card and ran downstairs to find someone.


"Well look who finally decided to join us," Chris laughed as a very disheveled looking Jay ran over to their table. "Alarm not work or something?"

"Yeah, where's Trish?" He asked bluntly.

"She's not here man," Adam said with his mouth full.

"Oh," Jay tried to hide his obvious disappointment as he sat down.

"Lighten up Jay," Adam gave his a friendly pat on the back, "she should be here soon."

"What?" Jay looked at his friend in shock.

"Yeah," Adam said resuming stuffing his face, "she and Amy wanted to get some early shopping in."

"Come on Jay, you know those chicks love to spend every free minute in the city shopping," Chris said.

"We heard that," a familiar voice said from behind. Jay turned around to come face to face with the woman he thought he'd never see again and her best friend. Overwhelmed with sheer happiness for just seeing his friend alive, Jay shot out of the booth and quickly wrapped Trish in a tight hug.

"You're alright, thank God you're alright," he whispered as he held her.

"Of course she's alright Jay," Amy said prying him off Trish, "the city isn't that dangerous."

"Yeah Jay, what's up?" Chris asked.

"Nothing, must have been a bad dream, that's all," he said nonchalantly not noticing how is best friend was watching him.


After his emotional reunion with Trish, Jay politely excused himself and went upstairs to his room to try and make sense of what was happening. He had just gotten out of the shower and was half dressed when he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door to reveal Adam standing on the other side.

"I think we need to talk," he said as Jay let him into the room.

"About what?"

"About what happened down at breakfast," Adam said scanning the room for another person.

"I told you, I had a really bad dream and I must have just thought it was real," Jay said attempting to cover up. "The same thing happened to you the day you finally asked Amy out, remember?"

"I know and that's why I'm here," Adam got up and kept looking around the room, "I know you're here, come out!"

"Adam, you're acting like a crazy person," Jay said backing away from his friend.

"I won't let him take her again. You hear that, you can't have her!" Adam yelled.

"Adam I..."

"I'm not here for Amy Adam," Lionel said suddenly appearing from the bathroom. "She's happy, you're happy, and you both are going to have a very happy long life together."

"Then why are you here?" Adam asked.

"You called for me at her funeral, I agreed with you, she didn't have to die like that so I'm here to change it," Lionel explained.

"You can see him too?" A stunned Jay finally managed to get out. "And why did you think he's here for Amy?"

"What funeral?" Adam asked the angel while ignoring Jay's rambling.

"Trish's," Lionel simply said.

"What, no, what's going to happen?" Adam asked.

"She's going to be murdered," Jay said speaking up, "She's going to be shot in a hotel parking lot in three months."

"Three months! I only got three days! Why does he get longer?" Adam demanded.

"The circumstances are different," Lionel started to explain, "Amy's death was supposed to be an accident. Trish was murdered in cold blood and by no accident. This will take more time to change before she will meet her fate."

"Amy's death?" Jay said in shock. "When did Amy die?"

"I see you two have a lot of talking to do. Maybe you can point him in the right direction Adam." And as quickly as he came, Lionel left leaving Adam and Jay together with a lot to discuss.

"Amy died?"

"About a year and three months ago," Adam said raking his hand through his hair thinking of the painful memories of that day. "We were on our way to the airport and she was hit by a car and she died."

"No, you got hit by that car," Jay said trying to understand what happened.

"Yeah, after Lionel gave me three days to show Amy that she was loved. In the end, I ran and pushed her out of the way of that car," Adam sighed as he told the next part. "I died on the operating table that day, but somehow I came back to life. But I don't understand why Trish would need this chance. I mean, she was murdered, but she's loved and she knows it."

"Not really. Before she ran out of the hotel Trish walked in on Jeff with Torrie Wilson. He'd been cheating on her for the last six months and nobody had a clue."

"That tramp!"

"That's what Amy said when she found out," Jay said with a chuckle remembering the red head's outburst.

"Well if it was six months three months in the future, then Hardy's screwing her now!" Adam shook his head in disgust at what the seemingly faithful mad had done. "You've got to tell her."

"I know, but how do you tell someone something like that without proof?" Jay asked.

"Well then we need proof," Adam said standing up, "How did you find out about the affair?"

"From Stacy, how else?"

"Then let's go pay Stacy a visit and see if she can help." The two men nodded as they left the room to find the leggy blonde.