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Revenge and Promises

"Hey you did great out there, don't let what those people say get you down," Glen Jacobs said as he walked Amy back to the locker room.

"Easy for you to say, when those people say those things to you, they're talking about your character, not you personally," Amy said bitterly.

"Well, I'm sure it will blow over eventually," Glen smiled as they reached the locker room door.

"Wish I shared your optimism, but I'll see you later." Glen nodded as Amy walked in to the locker room. Sighing loudly she started to re-pack her bag, ignoring the women chattering on the other side of the room. As Amy zipped her bag shut there was a knock at the door. Grabbing her bag, she opened the door to reveal Adam on the other side.

"Hey, I was bout to come find you," she said with a slight smile.

"Yeah, I figured you'd like to get out of here." Amy nodded as she followed him into the hallway. "You okay? That crowd was a little harsh tonight."

"I'm fine," Amy flashed a fake smile in her attempt to convince Adam she was telling the truth.

"I know you're going to be, you're strong." Adam looked over and saw a genuine smile grace the redhead's lips.

"I haven't heard anyone say that about me in a long time," the two left the building ignoring the taunting words of the few fans in the parking lot. "Where did we…Oh God."

"What's wro…shit," Adam groaned as he saw what was supposed to be his rental car. The tires had been slashed and the windows were busted in. Along the side of the car a message had been etched in with a key, This is not over. You will pay.

"Matt," Amy said as she looked at the mess the rental now was.

"Holy crap, Adam what happened?" Chris Irvine asked as he ran up to his friends.

"Someone decided to have a little fun at the car's expense." Adam ran a hand through his hair as he thought of what to do next.

"I sure hope you got that extra five dollar insurance man," he joked trying to lighten the situation but no avail. "Can I do anything?"

"Yeah, how about you go with Amy inside, get some coffee, stay warm," Adam suggested.

"But Adam, I…" Amy started before she was cut off.

"Amy he could still be out here," Adam reasoned, "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"But you…"

"Will be fine, just go, I'll be inside in a bit."

"Come on Red, it's cold and the coffee machine makes a mean mocha," Amy smiled at Chris as he steered her towards the building by the shoulders.

"It's been over an hour Chris," Amy said putting her third cup of coffee down. "He should have been back by now."

"He's probably out there talking with the rental people and police. Filling out paperwork, signing statements, it takes a while," Chris explained.

"Can't we just go out there and check then?" Amy asked fidgeting nervously.

"He seemed really adamant that we stay in here." Chris shook his head as Amy rolled her eyes.

"But if the police and rental people are out there then I'm sure it's safe to go back out."

"It's still safer in here then out there. Just wait until Adam comes back in," Chris pleaded. Amy sighed and slumped down in her chair. Just then Jay ran into the room startling Amy and Chris.

"You two, come quick," he panted, "its Adam. Someone attacked him in the parking lot." The three ran down the hallway and back through the parking lot where now a large group of people had assembled. Pushing through the mass of fans, Amy made her way to the center of the group where Adam was laying unconscious, Vince and Shane McMahon at his side.

There was blood spotted across the pavement and Adam's shirt had been ripped. His eye was red and bruising and his lip was swollen. Amy stood frozen staring at her battered friend and savior as she began to shake uncontrollably.

"My fault, this is all my fault," she whispered as Jason pulled her into a close hug, running his hand through her hair to soothe her.

"This isn't your fault Amy, none of it is," Jay reasoned. "You're safe, that's what he would have wanted."

"Jason, Trish, Chris, I think you three should take Amy to the hotel," Vince suggested.

"But what about Adam," Trish asked.

"He's going to need to go to the hospital; I will personally call you the minute we know anything. Right now, I want to make sure Amy stays safe." Vince then turned his attention to the redhead. "Adam's going to be fine." Amy nodded, still unable to take her eyes off Adam's still form as Jay and Trish led her to another car.

"What do you guys think about pizza and Finding Nemo," Chris asked with a smile.

"Amy you should eat," Trish said maternally.

"I should be at the hospital," she quipped bitterly as she stared at the phone. "Why hasn't anyone called us yet? They should know something by now."

"Calm down Red," Chris soothed, "Vince said he'd call, it just might take some time."

"And sitting here worrying and staring at the phone isn't going to do anyone any good. Just try to relax, eat, and enjoy the movie. We can rewind it back to the part with the turtle if you like," Jay offered as Amy begrudgingly took the pizza. She had taken two bites of the greasy food when the phone rang. Quickly, Amy lunged for the receiver and answered the phone.

"Vince? How's Adam," she asked in a near frantic voice.

"Amy he's fine. He even woke up a little while ago." Vince answered. "The doctors want to keep him here overnight though. Now, visiting hours are over, but you can come over here tomorrow morning and see him."

"There's no way we can see him or talk to him?" Amy asked timidly.

"I'm afraid not Amy," Vince said with a sigh, "but first thing tomorrow you can see him. We're at St. Leonard's, room H135."

"Alright, we'll see you tomorrow, bye." Amy took a shaky breath as she hung up the phone.

"He okay," Jay asked as Amy nodded.

"Well, we can go see him first thing tomorrow right," Trish said hopefully as Amy nodded once again. Trish hugged her worried friend in a fruitless attempt to comfort her as Chris spoke.

"Guess this means we can make this a slumber party then."

Jason had set the alarm on the small clock radio just before he had went to sleep so Amy could get to the hospital as soon as possible. At 6:15 that morning the radio started to play to wake everyone up.

"Today's headlines…if you were to go to a WWE show you would expect the violence to stay in the ring but that wasn't the case last night after the show here when Adam Copeland, better known as Edge, was attacked in the arena parking lot by an unknown assailant. Copeland was badly beaten and is now in a local hospital in stable condition, police have no leads…in other news, guess which Hollywood couple is calling it quits? None other than…" Suddenly a loud slap was heard as Chris rolled over and turned off the alarm.

"Come on guys, time to get up," he said attempting to push himself out of bed. "We need to get to the hospital." Moving much quicker than they usually would be at this time, the four friends got up and dressed and by 6:30 were in Jason's rental on their way to St. Leonard's hospital. Parking in the garage, they started to roam around the maze of hallways in search of room H135. Finding the lavender H corridor they slowly walked inspecting each room number carefully to ensure they did not miss Adam's room.

"Good morning," a familiar voice called from further down the hallway. "His room's right over here."

"Shane!" Trish said smiling. "How's he doing?"

"He's doing fine, asleep now, but fine," Shane answered.

"Can I go in," Amy asked. Shane nodded and held the door open for her. Slowly, Amy walked through the room and sat in the chair conveniently stationed next to the bed. Nervously, she looked over the man who helped her escape from her abusive boyfriend. His face was swollen and parts of his body were cut. She couldn't help but notice the cast that now decorated his right wrist.

Matt had done this to him, she knew it, and it was all her fault. Matt had said that he would kill Amy and anyone who tried to help her if she left him and Matt was holding true to his threat leaving Amy uncertain if she could take seeing him hurt Adam or any of her friend's anymore. Unable to look at Adam's bruised body any longer she buried her face in her hands and tried to keep from crying.

"What have I done," she asked aloud. "I'm not worth this, any of it. I shouldn't have left Matt, it was wrong. I'm so sorry Adam." Amy got up and started for the door when she was stopped by an unexpected voice.

"If you think you're leaving this room to go back to Matt you're wrong," Adam said groggily. "I don't care what it takes or how much it hurts me but I'll stop you."

"Adam I…"

"You have nothing to be sorry for, and I don't want you to think for one minute that leaving Matt was a mistake. Come back here, sit down," Adam said motioning her over with his cast. "I would rather take a hundred of these beatings then have you back in harm's way with him. I don't care what he tries to do to me, I can take it, but what I do care about is knowing your safe."

"But look what he did to you, he could have killed you," she cried.

"And if you go back, what's going to stop him from killing you," Adam asked. "Besides, it took my back being turned and a baseball bat to do this. Now I want you to promise me that you aren't ever going to think of going back to him for my sake. Promise me, please, because Amy you are worth this, this and so much more. I just wish I could get you to see that."