Alright guys! I have yet another chapter for ya. Hope you like it, chapter 4 should be up as soon as i write it! (LoL) There's not much else to say, besides that I LOVE my Ali oodling bunches and I thank her for asking me to write this fic!

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(( Chapter 3 ))

With her famous soft smile plastered on her face, Stacy slowly approached the two men, whom immediately stopped talking the moment they saw her. From the look on Christian's face, she could tell he knew exactly who she was. Jeff, on the other hand, seemed to look at her as if she was just a beautiful woman, whom just happened to be a fan.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to thank you for helping me earlier. I don't know what I would've done if you wouldn't have been there.." She waited for either one of them to say something. But Christian had an unreadable expression on his face and Jeff just looked confused.

The blonde man reached behind him and scratched his head, seemingly uncomfortable. "Well, uh, you're welcome."

Stacy nodded. She had hoped he would say something more, but then again, what the hell was he supposed to say? She turned around, letting out a long breath, wanting nothing more then for him to stop her.

"Hey.. wait.."

Finally. Stacy spun back around on her heel, offering a smile at the two men, not knowing why in the world she had wanted to keep talking to them in the first place.

Christian had brought the arm back that he had reached for her with, and brought it to his lips, as if to be thinking. "Who…who are you?"

The leggy blonde blushed, drawing her eyes towards the ground to hide it. "Stacy Keibler," She said with a smile, picking her head back up to look at both men. "I'm traveling with Trish until she, uh, feels better."

She saw Jeff absently smile at the mention of her name, making a mental note to let Trish know later on.

"So, you're not in a contract here or anything?"

Stacy shook her head, "Nope, not really. Vince McMahon just called me up last week and asked him to travel with his best diva until she felt better. Kinda like a traveling doctor I suppose."

"Is she sick or something?" Jeff suddenly spoke, now more interested in the conversation then he was before.

"No, well…kinda." Stacy sucked in her lower lip, hoping not to give out too much information. But whatever, this was just Jeff. If anyone, he should know. "From what Vince told me, she hasn't been the same since she found out Chris Jericho or whats-his-name cheated on her."

Jeff's features dropped, and he seemed somewhat angry. "Yeah, there seems to be a lot of that going on around here lately."

Inside, Stacy had no idea what he was talking about, but decided to let it alone. It probably wasn't any of her business anyway.

Christian's gaze never moved from the little blonde as she spoke to them -- or more so Jeff. But at the moment, he didn't care who she was talking to, as long as he could admire her while she did so.

"So, you're traveling with Trish for now, until she's better?" He asked.

Stacy turned and smiled at him, "Yepp."

"Well, I think that's very sweet of you."

The little blonde let out a small laugh, trying to hide her burning cheeks. The way he smiled at her -- man, it was amazing. "Thank you… Anyways, I really should get going. Trish is probably lookin' for me."

With that said, the Hardy boy nodded and waved, but Christian said nothing. Disappointed and somewhat confused, Stacy turned around to leave, hoping once again that he'd stop her. But this time, he didn't.

ooo

As Jeff Hardy looked over at the blonde Canadian standing next to him, he couldn't really seem to understand what he was thinking. The expression on his face was completely unreadable, and he knew Stacy had tried to read it to.

"What was that?"

Christian managed to take his eyes off of the blonde and turned to look at Jeff, who was staring back at him with one of his looks. "What was what?"

"You… doing that! Why didn't you stop her?"

For a beat, Christian looked back at the blonde as she walked off…away from him, then turned back to his friend. "I dunno, she said she had to leave.. And so she left."

Jeff just stared back at him, a perplexed expression on his face. "What if that was the last time you ever saw her again? Would you've let her walked away then?"

The blonde man sighed, looking over at the colorful Hardy boy. "Jeff, I just met the girl.."

"So!" He suddenly exclaimed, a smile adorning his handsome face. "Don't tell me you didn't find her totally mesmerizing and beautiful and..-"

Christian laughed, nudging Jeff in the arm with his elbow. "You sure are one to talk, Hardy boy. I think even Stacy noticed the way you reacted when she said Trish's name!"

If Jeff was blushing, Christian thought, then he hid it unbelievably well. But instead of being embarrassed, Jeff just acted like Jeff, and smiled.

"Hey, can ya blame me?"

As the blonde Canadian looked back at his colorful friend, he noticed that spark in his eye and evilness in his smile that he always wore before he did something.. well, like only Jeff Hardy did things.

"Okay," Christian stared at Jeff, narrowing his eyes, "What's that look for?"

Jeff just stroked the stubble on his well defined chin, looking down the hallway that was ahead of them. "Christian, my friend," He reached over, placing a fingernail-painted hand on Christian's shoulder, "I have an idea. How does this sound.. Jeff Hardy, Trish Stratus, Christian, and the new Miss Stacy Keibler on a double date."

He just huffed, placing his hands on his hips and drawing his eyes downward before looking back at his friend. "Honestly?"

Jeff nodded.

"I think it sounds like a bunch of bullshit." He said bluntly, shaking his head. "If I ask that girl out, she's gonna freak and think I'm some pervert. I just met her 10 minutes ago and you're telling me to ask her out on a date?"

"Well…yeah. But not just any date. It's a double date." Jeff grinned, speaking as if he was some genius and had some awesome plan in mind that had a 100 percent chance of working.

"Oh? A double date?" Christian retorted, his upper lip curling into a snarl. "And that makes it better.. how? The only reason Stacy's here is because Trish isn't being herself - over a guy. And you somehow think that going on a date with her so soon is going to make everything better?"

He turned, grinning back at Christian. "Are you trying to tell me you think it isn't normal of me to think this way?"

"Well.. I dunno, Jeff. What if they--"

"Don't want to?" He budded in, "The worst they can say is no."

Christian sighed. There was no way in hell he was going to get out of this one. Besides, it actually sounded kinda fun… "Okay, fine. I'll do it."

Jeff just laughed, clapping his hands together and grinning at Christian. "Trust me, man, you'll thank me later." He yelled down into the hallway as he bounded off, "It can only go up from here!"

The Canadian laughed inwardly to himself.. And what part of the male anatomy is he talking about this time..? He shook the thought out of his head. Sometimes, even if he didn't mean to, he'd amuse himself and start randomly laughing in public. Something only his closest friends would pick on him for.

But even after Christian made his way to his locker room, hands shoved deeply into his pockets, he couldn't keep his mind off the little blonde that had worked her way into his life - and mind - so quickly.

And he knew inside, from the moment he laid eyes on her, that she'd be there for quite a while.

ooo

"Trish?" Stacy called, searching through the hallways. She had forgotten where the Diva's locker room was, and filled with eagerness to tell her friend about Jeff, she was frantically searching through all the hallways. "Trish!"

Turning a corner onto another long hallway, Stacy sighed to herself. This definitely wasn't getting any easier. But only a few steps onto the concrete floors, the leggy blonde approached a door with a sign that read 'Diva's' hanging from it. She opened the door quickly, rushing in, hoping that Trish would be there.

And she was. But she was alone, sobbing quietly into her hands.

"Trish?" Stacy asked softly, sitting next to her on the couch and putting an arm around her shoulder. "Trish, honey, what's wrong?"

Trish looked up suddenly, as if she was surprised someone had actually seen her. She tore her gaze away from Stacy's, laughing at herself as she toyed with the wet and ripped up Kleenexes she held in her hands. "Oh, nothing. It's nothing. I'm just being a baby."

"C'mon, Trish. You can tell me,"

Trish looked up at her, meeting her pretty eyes, as if she was thinking about telling her. But as quickly as she brought her head up, she brought it back down. "No, no. It - it's stupid. No big deal, really."

"No," Stacy grabbed Trish's hand, forcing her friend to turn back to her. "Please? I want to know."

After blowing her nose once more in the Kleenex, the petite blonde looked over at her leggy friend, offering her one of those fine - but-only-because-you-talked-me-into-it looks. "Okay, okay." She managed to laugh a little, "I'll tell you, but like I said before, it's pretty stupid."

Stacy shook her head, "I'm sure it's not, just tell me."

"Okay," Trish began, taking in a deep breath and letting it on the same beat, "It's just that.." She trailed off for a moment, then spoke again more clearly, "After I said I was gonna walk back, I actually stayed behind and hid around the corner so I could see you talk to Christian and Jeff." She paused, laughing again before continuing, "And as I just sat there - watching you and Christian practically undress each other with your eyes - it just reminded me of when I was with Chris.. And how he used to hold me, touch me as if I was the only woman he ever cared about." She huffed, turning to Stacy, "Boy, was I ever wrong, wasn't I? I thought I was in love, and I finally found the man of my dreams. Then the next thing I knew he was making out with that slut Christy."

She placed a hand on Trish's back, trying to sooth the blonde diva. "Oh.. Trish.. I'm so sorry."

The Canadian woman waved her hand in front of her face, "No, don't be. I'm glad I walked in on them, to tell you the truth. Otherwise, I probably would've never found out." She paused for a moment, lifting her head up towards the ceiling, the tears very visible in her eyes. "I just wish I could turn back the clock.. So when I had to choose between him and my better friend, I'd choose my better friend."

"Well.. Who's you're better friend?"

"No one," She snapped, blowing her nose again into her Kleenex. "It's too late now, I'm a wreck." She paused once again, looking over at her pretty friend. "You know what I really need, Stace?"

Stacy fell silent, "..what?"

"Time." She spoke softly, "All I want is time."

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