Author's Notes – Well, here I am with yet another chapter for you all to enjoy! Just so you know, in case you haven't figured it out yet...this fic is going to be kind of dark. Oddly enough though that this dark fic is actually my favorite right now.

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Amy woke up shortly after Adam put her on the couch and found that she was alone. She didn't know what came over her, one minute they were talking about Shannon and Matt, the next, her body just seemed to give out on her and she wound up here on the couch. Slowly sitting up, Amy scanned the room for Adam. She remembered him being with her just before she fainted, in fact he probably placed her on the couch, but where would he have gone?

Amy got up from the couch and decided to try and find the tall Canadian when she heard someone talking in one of the back rooms. Stealthy, she walked down the hall and peered through the cracked door and saw Adam sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. He looked and sounded close to tears as he spoke into the phone.

"You just...you...you didn't see it Jay," Adam said through a broken voice, "I just can't imagine how a man could possibly say that he loves a woman and then...it's just...I don't understand it...Yeah, her back, ribs, stomach, chest, Jason it looks like he tried to beat her to within an inch of her life multiple times!...Yeah, she just said something about not knowing him very well then she fainted...No I don't know what she meant by that...Well, Shannon always seemed like a good enough guy to me, but I've got to wonder...Yeah, exactly...look what I really need right now is to talk to Trish...Jay I think she might know a bit of this that you and I don't...For Amy's safety, yes, I think she'd lie to you...Ok then, just have her call me back...Yeah, I'm about to go check on her...you too, bye." Adam put the phone down next to him on the bed and sat for a moment before raking his hands through is hair and looking up. That's when he realized, he wasn't alone.

Amy stood in the doorway looking like a deer caught in headlights as Adam moved towards her. He opened the door wider and as he took another step closer to Amy, he could swear he saw her flinch.

"Adam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Amy explained, "I was just looking for you and I...I really didn't mean to listen in on your conversation, I'm sorry."

"It's ok," Adam said taking a step back hoping to calm his friend's nerves. "Amy, there's nothing to be sorry about."

"But..." Amy sighed as Adam took her hand and led her to the bed where he sat her down.

"Amy, I need to know what you meant when you were talking about Shannon," Adam said. Amy looked down and sighed as she spoke.

"You really don't know Shannon, he was just Matt's pawn who did whatever Matt told him to do, even if it was to beat the breath out of me," Amy took a deep breath as she continued. "But there was Shane too, and God forbid I defend myself. They would...they..." Tears slowly began to fall from Amy's eyes and Adam gently pulled her close into a hug. "So I'd take their beatings like a good little girl and then when they were done I'd have to deal with the bastard alone after his friends left and you know what? He treated me like a dog, his slave, his hired girl...and...to have to touch him...to feel so dirty, like a common whore. It was..."

"Amy I'm so sorry," Adam said stroking her hair soothingly as he tried to shake off the shock of what this woman had been through, "If I had known I could have...I would have...I could have done something."

"There would have been nothing you could do," Amy said wiping the tears from her eyes.

"I swear to you Amy," Adam said looking her in the eyes, "he'll never hurt you like that again."

Amy had just finished taking a nice relaxing bath and she went downstairs for a drink when she noticed Adam was not alone sitting at his kitchen table. He was sitting there with Jay and Trish quietly talking too far away for her to hear, it wasn't until Adam's dog Branny barked announcing her arrival that they even noticed she was in the room and promptly stopped talking. Amy stood nervously staring at her three co-workers on the stairs until Adam got up and walked over to her as she started to slowly back up the stairs accidentally falling in the process.

"Amy," Adam said as he approached her, "Jay and Trish thought they'd stop by after they heard what happened to your house, want to come sit with us? Trish brought your favorite cookies and Jay just made a pot of coffee?" Adam looked at the red head closely as she regarded the hand he extended to help her up nervously. Sending a cool glare Adam's way Amy stood up unassisted and walked over to the table.

"Cookie honey," Trish offered passing her a plate, "they're chocolate chip, your favorite." Amy gave her a half-smile as she took a cookie and before she had taken a bit Jay had poured a cup of coffee and placed it in front of her. "So how are you feeling Amy? I heard you got a little light-headed earlier and..."

"I'm fine," Amy said quickly cutting her off, "I guess I was a little drained from everything that was happening. You know, my house burning down and all."

"Yeah, is anything going to be savable from your house?" Trish asked.

"From what the Stanford police said, no," Amy sighed, "everything's gone. But luckily insurance should cover all of it."

"Well that's good at least, any idea where you might decide to move to?" Trish asked as Amy shook her head. Trish suddenly remembered something and reached in her purse and slid a white envelope across the table to Amy with a soft smile. "Someone asked me to give this to you." Amy eagerly took the envelope smiling the slightest bit knowing who it was from. She opened it and pulled out a note written in colorful ink.

Amy,

I heard what happened and I'm gonna come by. Watch Adam, I really don't need him to kick my ass.

Jeff

Amy smiled and as if right on cue the doorbell rang. Amy got up from the table eagerly to go answer the door but was beaten there by Adam who was staring at the multi-colored haired man in pure fury.

"You have a lot of nerve to come here now," Adam said in a near-growl. "Did he send you? Did that bastard send you to threaten her into coming back? Does he want you to gloat about her house? I'm telling you man, if you have any sense of self-preservation, you'll get the hell off my property now." Adam moved threateningly closer to Jeff as Amy stood behind him in the doorway watching the whole exchange.

"Man, why would I wanna hurt Amy? Think about it, why? I had no idea Matt would do this, honestly Adam." Jeff explained defensively. "Okay, so you think I'm lyin'? I have done a lot of bad shit in my life, believe me; and I regret it...but do you really think I'd burn down Amy's house? Adam, look, I don't like what's happening and I'm sure I don't even know the half of it and I don't know what to think of it right now...but I'm not my brother's bitch." Jeff sighed as he pulled a hand through his hair in frustration, "Man, Amy's like a freaking sister to me..."

"So help me, Jeff, if you did even one thing, one damn thing to hurt her in all of this I'll," Adam raised his fist in anger, almost ready to take out his frustrations of Matt on his younger brother when Amy finally spoke up.

"Adam don't," she yelled, "I believe him."

"So that's it? Shit all over me cause I share my brother's last name? That ain't fair man and you know it. You're the one who always use to say we were as different as day and night, but you seem to forget that now," Jeff moved in closer to Adam, "And if you think I'm afraid of you kickin' my ass think again. I've had my problems, you know that but I'll always be there for her. You know that and she knows that. Just promise" Jeff looked over at Amy sadly, "Promise me you'll look out for her...please." Jeff then picked put a large box he had set on the porch when Adam had come to the door and handed it to Amy with a small smile. "This is for you red. I'll call you later." Jeff then turned and walked down the front steps and back to his car and left. Amy looked at the box as Adam led her back into the house. She sat back at the table next to Trish and slowly opened the box. A small laugh escaped Amy's lips as she looked inside. There sat her Women's Championship belt nearly hidden underneath a blanket of pictures of her and Jeff and her old mementos of her dear friend, Cody.