deep sigh Sorry about the delay on the updates, guys, ive been busy lately. First of all, id just like to say i am completely 100 aware to the fact that Matt Hardy and Amy (Lita) broke up..and im also aware of why. Yeah...im really upset she cheated on him with Adam (AKA Edge). I'm pissed at both of them..mostly Adam. For for the sake of my fic, I'm trying to put that aside me. I know cheating doesnt nessesarialy make you a bad person.. it just doesnt give anyone points in my book. But i hope what happened between Adam/Amy doesnt effect anyone's views on my fic, or any other fic for that matter. Now, i have to admit, ive always liked the Amy/Adam idea... just not the way that it happened..behind Matt's back. sigh it aggrivates me, really..

But anywho! Here's part 5.. 6 should be up sometime pretty soon. :)

Also! A very new and very awesome (in my opinion, of course ;) ) Jeff/Trish fic should be posted soon! I really like it so far.. so i hope you guys enjoy it to. :)

Read and Review... as always ;)

XoXoCandy

(( Part 5 ))

Trish released a groan, and as she swept a hand through her platinum blonde hair pushed back the covers and set her feet upon the ground. Jeff had fallen asleep earlier, but there was something that was keeping her from doing the same.

She had no desire to wake Jeff, nor call Amy. Without knowing what else to do, she slowly opened the patio door and walked outside, inhaling a deep breath and taking in the beautiful view.

The moon, so wonderfully high in the sky, was oversized and orange. Hazy clouds scattered around it, looking more blue then white against the purple, star lit sky.

She folded her arms and placed them on the railing, resting her chin upon them. A cold chill nipped at the air, but she did not mind. The sky was just too beautiful, the moon was just too bright..

The smile upon her pretty face faded and her eyes fluttered back open when she heard a faint pounding. Trish turned around, realizing the noise wasn't coming from Jeff.

No longer bothering to be quiet, she pushed open the patio door and rushed to the other side of the hotel room. "I'm coming!" She yelled through the wood to the impatient person on the other side.

The blond threw open the door, then gasped with wide-eyes at what she saw.

A partially naked Adam stood in front of her, holding a ghostly pale and hysterical Amy in his arms.

Trish ushered the two into the room, and Adam obediently rushed inside. By now Jeff was fully awake, but not aware of what was going on. The blonde man sat Amy down on the edge of the bed, and kneeled down in front of her as he placed both of his hands on her shaking shoulders.

"Amy.." He spoke loudly so she could hear him over her sobs, but still ever so softly at the same time. "Amy. What's wrong? What happened?"

Feeling helpless, Trish ran over to Jeff and threw herself into his arms.

"What's going on?" He whispered into her hair.

The blonde kept her eyes locked on her sobbing friend, "I don't know. Adam knocked on the door, and he just showed up with Amy like this.."

The couple continued to watch as Amy leaned forward and clung to Adam's t-shirt, leaning her head into his chest and continuing to sob more harshly. Jeff leaned forward, and placed a hand on Adam's shoulder. "What happened?"

The Canadian man shot a worried glance at Amy, then turned back to Jeff. "She showed up at my room like this. Before she was mumbling something about a note.."

The younger Hardy arched a brow, "A note?"

"I don't know.." He trailed off, and the trio noticed how Amy's sobs were slowly but surly starting to calm down.

Jeff turned back to Trish, "Be right back." He said, then darted out of the room.

Jeff walked briskly through the empty halls, trying to keep Amy's room number fresh in his mind. After climbing one last flight of stairs, he approached Amy's room, and the door was slightly open.

He stepped into the room, his eyes searching. But there was nothing to see. Her suitcases were in the corner, unpacked and ready to be sent to the next town. The bed was made, the night stand was in order. Wait a minute.. Jeff approached the small oak table and slowly picked up the faded envelope. After realizing there was nothing inside, he tossed the paper down with a grunt.

Jeff placed his hands on his hips, releasing a small sigh and looking around the room one last time. There was nothing in sight. He collapsed onto the fluffy bed face first. It was already a little after twelve, and they had to leave early tomorrow for yet another house show..

His green eyes fluttered open, and he peered out through the window ahead, but froze suddenly, zeroing in on a crumbled piece of paper lying on the ground.

He hopped off the bed and picked up the crumpled piece of paper, realizing it had the same creepy, faded texture as the envelope on the desk. Unfolding it carefully so not to rip it, he scanned his eyes over the note, reading it again and again. This didn't make any sense. What had Amy and Adam done earlier that was bad enough to possess someone to write her a note, causing Amy to become hysterical?

Releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding, Jeff shoved the small note into the pocket off his pants, and left Amy's room to head back to his own.

As Jeff walked back into the room, he noticed that Amy had finally clamed down and was sitting on the bed sipping water while Trish and Adam were having a small whisper conversation, so as Amy wouldn't hear.

But as soon as Jeff stepped inside, Trish heard the door crack and the two Canadians came rushing to him. "Jeff," the blonde whispered fiercely, "Where were you?"

Without responding, the younger Hardy pulled the note out of his pocket and showed it to the two, making sure Amy was out of hearing distance. "I found this in her room," He informed them, "Adam.. What happened?"

The blonde man grabbed the note, and scanned it over carefully. "Oh, God.." he ran a hand through his long hair. "I uhwell, while me and Ames stopped at a gas station on our way here we we kissed."

"You what?" Trish screeched.

Jeff placed a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Amy had heard.

"You guys? What's going on? What are you talking about?" Her voice was quiet and withdrawn, similar to that of a small child's.

"Nothing, sweetie." Trish soothed, quickly rushing to the redhead's side.

As Adam turned back to Jeff, he immediately met the Hardy's piercing eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Adam." He said bluntly, "But be careful, alright?"

By now, one o'clock had almost fully passed, and both Amy and Adam had just left the room. With an exhausted sigh, Trish collapsed onto the bed once again. "You think she'll be okay?" she mumbled into the covers.

"Amy?" The colorful Hardy asked with a yawn. He collapsed onto the bed next to Trish and placed a limp arm over her lower back and hugged her closer, "Yeah, I'm sure she'll be fine."

"But Adam's with her."

Jeff opened one eye and peered at the blonde, "Exactly, so like I said, I'm sure she'll be fine."

"But what about"

"Forget about the note," He cut her off fiercely, "It's probably just a joke someone doesn't realize is hurting her, or a jealous fan who happened to see or hear about them together. It'll all be over sooner then ya think. Don't worry, Trish."

"But"

Jeff placed a finger over Trish's lips, "Shhhh.." He offered her a small smile, "I don't wanna hear about it anymore tonight,"

She nodded, deciding that even she no longer had the desire to linger on the touchy subject.

She placed her head in the crook of Jeff' shoulder, and that's where it stayed as the two fell asleep ..as the darkness began to disappear and the stars faded into mere sparkles of what they once were compared to the deep blues of the midnight sky ..and they slept.. hoping for the light to come once again.. for morning was a long time coming..

(2001.HomeNorth Carolina) She opened the small box, and as a smile of triumph crept up her face she fingered the contents inside. As she was about to pull the key out of the box, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and a cold hand grasp her wrist.

She shivered when she heard his voice. "Baby.. Baby.. What are you doing?"

His own hand forced her to drop the golden piece of metal, and with his arm that was bound around her he turned her to face him. "You know that's there for a reason,"

"This is my house, isn't it? I think I should have a key to it, too." Everything inside her was trembling, including her voice. But she couldn't back down.. Not when she was caught the way she was.

"I'm just protecting you, sweetie." His voice was always so clam. She hated it.

"From what? Catching a cold in the rain? Thanks but no thanks, I have a mom to do that for me." She pushed his hands away and tried to run out of the bedroom, but as usual he had caught her.

"Shhhh.." He smiled his smile, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Sorry, baby.." He said, pressing her against the wall. But she knew his mind was on other things. And she had no strength or even the slightest bit of un-want in her to refuse. As usual, she gave in to her own needs and desires.

"You know I love you too much to not care.." He nuzzled his face into her neck, and began to push down the sleeve of her shirt with his chin. Placing a kiss upon it as the fabric slid away. "..God, baby, I just love your skin.." He moaned.

She finally responded, bring her hands up to grasp almost desperately at his shirt. Sometimes, she'd lay and wonder why she'd ever thought she couldn't make it without him. But at the times like these, she didn't have to wonder. She knew all too well that she loved him.. Loved him because he made her feel like she was the only person on this earth..

She had used to hate that feeling. But ever since she started loving him, she had learned to fall in love with it.. Just as she had fallen in love with him.

She brought her hands up more still, and placed her hands on either side of his face, bringing his lips to her own..

+ End of Part 5 +