Author's Notes – Well, here's a new chapter of this. For a while I was debating on doing more of this due to lack of reviews here and some pretty cruel e-mails I have received. But, I'm not one who likes being bullied so here's another chapter.

Let me say something before I go on to my usual thank you's...this is FICTION which by definition means NOT REAL. I do know that in real life, the abuser in this fic would not do this. Yep, abuse is a touchy subject, and the people I have put in this fic are also a touchy subject, but I still enjoy it. Anyways, please take that in mind when you're reading this. None of this is real.

Ok, on to the thank you's. A big thanks goes to Cenasnakedinmybedwithme and to writie. Thank you for your words and I'm glad you like this fic. To everyone else out there...tell me what you think, review please.

Disclaimer - I own nothing and it all belongs to Vince McMahon and the WWE. Don't sue me.

Friendly Chats

Adam lay awake staring at the ceiling again that night. It had been three days since his encounter with Matt and Amy that day in the hallway and he still couldn't get it out of his mind. The way Matt had gone from nice to threatening jerk in 2.5 seconds. The way he was holding on to Amy's arm as he pulled her down the hallway. And worst of all, to him at least, the fear in Amy's when she heard his voice coming down the hall.

He put all of those things together as well as the mysterious bruises and Amy's black eye and Adam couldn't help but come to one conclusion. He didn't even want to admit that it was possible to be true. He had known Matt since he started in the WWE and liked to think that he was pretty good friends with him, but right now, Adam wasn't really sure if he even really knew the man. But friends or not, no man should ever strike a woman, let alone a woman who was his friend.

Getting aggravated at his inability to sleep, Adam decided to go join Jay downstairs at the bar. Maybe he could give him some advice on this whole situation.

"Adam, buddy! I thought you wanted to make it an early night?" Jay said as his tall friend joined him at the bar.

"I couldn't sleep," he grumbled as he motioned the waiter over. The man came over and Adam ordered his drink and turned to his friend.

"Something bothering you Adam," Jay asked being his usual perceptive self. "You seem to have had something on your mind for the last few days."

"I have." Adam sighed as he pulled a hand through his long blonde hair. "I've been thinking and I've got to say, I've got no clue what to do. So…"

"So you've come seeking the advice of the all knowing Captain," Jay said with a large smile. "Come on; admit it, that's why you're here."

"I don't see anyone all knowing in this bar, but if you mean I decided to ask your advice, I am." Adam laughed.

"Well then, tell me what the problem is," Jay said in a slightly more serious tone. Adam took a deep breath and told Jay everything he knew. From the bruises he saw during Amy's match to the terrified look in her eyes when she realized Matt was coming for her. When he finished Jay just sighed as he took a long drink of his beer.

"Dude, that's one hell of an accusation to make of someone who is supposed to be your friend." Jay finally said.

"I know it is, and I don't want to believe it any more than you do but," Adam sighed, "you didn't see the look in her eyes, and you didn't see the way Matt spoke to me when I tried to get Amy some help."

"I know man, and I believe you, but what do you think we can do about this?" Jay asked. "We have no proof, we're not even sure if we go to Amy if she'll leave him and if she does, we don't know what he'll do to get her back."

"But we have to do something; a friend of ours is being beat. We just can't sit by and let that happen." Adam argued.

"I know that Adam, but until Amy's willing to accept some help, there's not much we can do," Jay pointed out. "But until then, we can try to talk to Amy, when she's alone. See if we can't make her see what Hardy is doing to her is wrong."

Adam sat back and took a sip of his beer as he nodded to agree with what Jay said. He didn't like the thought of having to wait to help his friend but right now, that looked like the only option he had.

Adam went back to his hotel a couple of hours later and tried once again to get some sleep. He was once again laying flat on his back staring at the ceiling when he heard a door slam down the hallway and loud stomping down the hall. Looking through the small view-hole in his door Adam saw a very angry Matt Hardy storming down the hall to the elevator cursing something under his breath. When he heard the elevator doors shut and was sure Matt was gone, Adam silently opened the door and stealthy walked down the hall to where he knew his two friends would be rooming.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and waited. But there was no answer. He knocked again, but still no answer.

"Amy," he said knocked again, "Amy its Adam. I need to talk to you please, open the door. Amy…" Suddenly the door opened to reveal a tear stricken red head with the imprint of a hand left across her face.

"You shouldn't be here!" She hissed. "Go away now, before he gets back!"

"Amy, I'm not going to go unless you talk to me," Adam said trying to slightly push the door open. "It won't take long, I promise." Taking a deep breath as she looked down both ways of the hallway, Amy opened the door and let the tall blonde in.

"Make it quick. I don't know how long he'll be and if he sees you here…" Amy's voice quivered and trailed off.

"Amy what is going on? The bruises, the crying, I've seen it all so don't try to deny them, and I have my own ideas of what's happening, but I need to know." Adam said watching Amy's very nervous motions carefully.

"He's not always like this you know," she said with a motion to the mark on her face, "only when I make him mad. And then it's really my fault. I shouldn't make him mad, and I try not to but…but…" Amy then broke into tears as she sat down on the bed. Adam moved over to put a comforting arm around her and couldn't help but notice how she flinched as he touched her but then slowly sank into his embrace.

"Amy, you're doing nothing to deserve this," Adam said soothingly as he held his friend close, "now come on, I want to get you out of here tonight. You shouldn't stay here."

"No!" Amy nearly yelled. "I can't go."

"Why not Amy," Adam asked frustrated, "he's hurting you, and I can't let you stay here. Not with him doing this to you."

"But you don't understand," Amy said, tears threatening to fall again. "Matt said he would kill me if I left him."