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Truth
Stacy Kielber had just gotten back from a very exciting morning of shopping and was admiring her new possessions when she heard a knock at the door. Putting the new sun dress she bought down on the bed, Stacy went to over to the door to open it only to be surprised by two blonde Canadians.
"Jason, Adam, to what do I owe this pleasure?" She asked letting them into her room.
"Well, we were trying to find some information on someone," Adam started, "and figured you would know all of the best dirt."
"Then you came to the right place. Can I get you guys some coffee?" She asked going over to the counter as they both nodded. "So who do you want the dirt on?"
"Two people actually. First, know anything about Torrie Wilson?" Jay asked.
"I know plenty, what did you need to know?"
"Who's she's seeing right now I guess." Jay shrugged.
"Seeing? Torrie Wilson doesn't see people. She sleeps with them, destroys their relationships, and then moves on." Stacy laughed. "But last I heard she's been screwing Matt, Shane McMahon, Kidman, and some mystery guy in a supposed miserable relationship."
"Okay, so what do you know about Jeff Hardy?" Adam asked.
"Jeff? Well, he's with Trish and happy apparently. He keeps buying her these lavish romantic things. Can I ask you guys what's going on?" Stacy asked bringing the coffee over and sitting down on the bed.
"Well you see...we ummmm," Jay started.
"We have a hunch that Jeff might be cheating on Trish," Adam said cutting his friend off.
"Wow, that's a hefty accusations you've got there," she said taking a long sip of her coffee. "Do you have any proof?"
"That's what were hoping you would have for us," Jay said.
"Well I'm sorry I don't have more for you guys," Stacy took a deep breath before continuing, "but how sure are you about this?"
"Never been more sure of anything," Jay said confidently.
"Then I'm going to help you guys. I'll talk to Torrie, get some information and call you two. I couldn't bare it if this was true and we didn't do something about it."
"Thank you Stacy!" Jay said jumping up to give her a hug.
"Don't mention it," she smiled. "Now I'll call you later when I know something."
"That's great, thank you Stacy."
Later that night
Jay sat alone in his room staring at the TV but not really paying attention. He was looking blankly at the screen trying to process everything he had found out that day. He had gone back in time to somehow help Trish. Amy died, but is alive now. Adam died, but is alive now. This was getting too confusing for him and Jay was about to go down to the hotel bar for a nice drink when then phone rang. Putting his keys and wallet back down he picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Jay, it's Stacy. Look I talked to Torrie and I've got a lot to tell you." Stacy said sounding slightly disgusted.
"Really, do you want to meet somewhere?" he asked.
"Yeah, the hotel bar in twenty minutes. Spending that much time with Torrie leaves me feeling like I really really need a shower." Stacy laughed.
"I don't blame you. But I'll meet you down there in twenty minutes."
"Great bye," and with that they both hung up the phone. Grabbing his keys and wallet again Jay left his room and went down to Adam's room. He was about to knock when he heard a loud moan from inside. Smiling, he backed away from the door and went down to the bar to meet Stacy. He sat at a secluded booth in a corner and ordered a beer. He hadn't had but one sip of his beer when the leggy blonde came to join him. They said their hellos and Stacy ordered a daiquiri and they got down to business.
"Well I confronted Torrie and told her I knew about her little mystery man and before I could say his name she spilled everything," Stacy sighed as she continued. "You're right, it is Jeff Hardy. They've been going at it for the last three months. According to Torrie he's so miserable with Trish and it's her job to make that better. It make sense though, all of those gifts he's been giving Trish are just guilt gifts. I just don't know what to do next, poor Trish."
"You have no idea," Jay said under his breath. "Torrie didn't happen to say when they'd be getting together next did she?"
"She did," Stacy nodded. "She said later tonight Trish and Amy were going to go do something and that's when they'd get together."
"Then Trish is going to find out tonight." Jay sighed.
"I feel so bad for her. How could Jeff do this?" Stacy asked in frustration. Just then Trish entered the room and walked over to the bar to order a drink.
"Well here goes nothing." Jay took a deep breath and a long gulp of his beer a he got up.
"Good luck," Stacy whispered as she too got up before leaving the bar. Jay ran his fingers though his short hair in frustration as he thought of how to tell Trish. He needed more time he thought, but then he remembered what Amy and Adam appeared to be doing earlier and smiled realizing he had at least another fifteen minutes. Slowly he walked over to the petite blonde and sat down next to her.
"Hiya blondie," he said forcing a smile.
"Hey Jay what's up?" She looked over at him with a bright smile as she sipped at her drink.
"So where's that man of yours?" Jay asked nonchalantly.
"Tired," she answered, "he's upstairs in our room asleep. I'm just waiting on Amy. We're supposed to go out tonight."
"Sounds like fun," Jay said looking at his watch. "But don't you need a coat? It's supposed to rain, wouldn't want you to get sick."
"That's sweet Jay but I didn't know it was supposed to rain tonight."
"Oh yeah, I just saw the forecast," Jay lied.
"Well, a coat would be good I guess," she shrugged.
"Come on, I'll walk you up. I was planning on heading to bed soon anyways." Jay smiled as he offered his arm to Trish playfully and she accepted. The two left the bar and went to the elevator and up to their floor.
"Well, this is me," Trish said stopping at her door. "Thanks for warning me about the rain. See ya!"
"Yeah, have fun." Jay walked down to his room and sadly looked down as Trish opened her door and screamed as it shut behind her. Jay shook his head sadly as he opened his own door. He slowly changed into his pajamas and turned on the TV. He was about to lie down in is bed when he heard a soft knock at the door. He opened to door and was truly surprised by who was on the other side.
"Hi Jay," a teary-eyed Trish sniffed, "do you think I could come in?"
Jay just nodded as he picked up her bags with one hand and put his other arm around Trish and he led her into his room and closed the door.
