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Grim News

"But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you. Now don't be sad, don't be sad," Jay sang loudly as he turned into the subdivision he and Trish lived in. "Come on Branny, sing along!" Jay reached over to pet Adam's pooch who regarded the blonde man curiously. Pulling into the driveway, Branny barked loudly.

"That's right, we're home. You're gonna stay with Uncle Jay-Jay and Auntie Trishy until your daddy gets better," Jay laughed as he put the car in park, but the dog continued to bard. Taking off his seat belt, he opened his door only to be trampled by the dog who bolted out of the car heading for the house, still barking loudly. Jason watched as the dog ran up the front steps and stopped at the door growling. It was then Jason realized the door was slightly ajar and Trish was nowhere in sight.

Fearing the worst, Jay ran for the house praying his girlfriend was okay. He joined the growling dog on the porch and motioned for him to be quite. Slowly, he pushed the door open to see the cracked mirror a bloodied wall in the entranceway. Looking down, he found the unconscious body of Trish Stratus lying in a small pool of her own blood. Hardy, he thought, Hardy had done this; Jason was sure of it. Wondering how long she had been like this Jason pulled out his cell phone and called 911.

"911 emergency, how may I assist you," the operator asked.

"My girlfriend, she was attacked, and she won't wake up," he answered through chocked breath, "and my house was broken into. Please, someone's got to help her."

Amy's nap hadn't gone quite as well as she had anticipated. She had found it almost impossible to relax and sleep knowing Adam was just a few feet away on the couch still hurt, and regardless of what he said, Amy knew it was all her fault. She didn't even know what good hiding in the mountains was, Matt would find her. He would stop at nothing until she was back with him or dead. Matt being unable to locate her would only cause him to hurt more of her friends until he knew where to find her.

Hearing a groan, she looked over and saw Adam stretch as he slowly sat up. He scratched at his hair before turning around to see Amy.

"Morning Red," he said with a smile.

"Adam it's not morning," she said with a slight laugh, "thanks to the time change its only three."

"Great, that leaves us the rest of the day to have some real fun."

"You sure that's such a good idea today," she asked timidly. "I mean you just got out of the hospital, and we're going to be here for a while apparently. There will be plenty of time for fun."

"Good point, but I thought you might want to go hit one of the shops. We didn't exactly come here prepared you know." Adam pointed out.

"Shops?" Amy repeated curiously.

"Yeah there's a ton of them, they go from basic needs to the really extravagant. Vince said he'd pick up the tab while we're here too." Adam couldn't help but smile as he could see Amy's eyes lighting up at the thought of a shopping spree. "So what do you say?"

"Last one downstairs pays for dinner?" And with that the two grabbed their shoes and bolted towards the door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Reso; we have a few questions we need to ask you." A police officer said pulling Jason away from his window where he was watching Trish.

"Ask away," he sighed sitting in one of the plastic chairs that lined the hallway.

"Where were you when Miss Stratus was attacked," the officer asked first.

"My friend's Adam's house; he had to go out of town unexpectedly and asked me to watch his dog, Branny. I was picking Branny up to bring him to our house until Adam can get back," Jay explained.

"And when you got back to your house, what did you find?"

"Well, the dog started barking and when he got out of the car, he got to the door and started growling. That was when I noticed the door was open. I went in and found Trish unconscious on the floor." Jay took a deep breath and looked back at the window as the officer spoke again.

"And do you have anyone to corroborate this story? Anyone who might have seen you at this friend's house?"

"Wait a minute; you think that I did this?" Jay looked at the officer in shock at what he was insinuating.

"Come on Jason, I've seen it a hundred times. Guy gets mad at his girlfriend and things get a little out of control. So what'd she do? Nag you about the laundry, the dishes maybe," the cop asked rolling his eyes.

"I didn't put my girlfriend's head through a mirror!" Jay nearly shouted. "I love her and I would never raise a hand at her. Especially not after what's happened to our friend."

"Your friend?"

"A friend of ours was abused, badly and for God knows how long by a guy I thought was our friend. Well, she left him and now the guy's going after anyone who has tried to help her. He's the one who did this to her, I know it." Jay sighed as the officer made some notes.

"And the name of this guy…"

"Matt Hardy."

"Mr. Reso, I need to speak with you for a moment," a female doctor asked as she approached him. The officer nodded as Jay got up and followed the doctor to the window looking into Trish's room.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Miss Stratus has sustained quite a bit of damage to her head. She's stable now, but unconscious," the doctor explained.

"But she will wake up, won't she doc," Jay asked nervously.

"She should, but the longer she stays in this unconscious state, the harder it will be for her to wake up." The doctor looked at Jason sadly as the news that the woman he loved might never wake up sunk in. "You can go in with her if you like."

"Thanks," Jay said faking a smile, "I just need to make a call."

"Of course, you can use the phone at the nurse's station." Jay nodded and numbly walked down the hall. Picking up the phone's receiver he dialed a familiar number.

"Hey, Mr. McMahon, it's Trish. She's hurt pretty badly, it was Matt."

"I really don't think I've ever eaten in such a fancy restaurant," Amy giggled as she entered their room and kicked off her new heels. "The food looked so pretty on the plate I didn't want to eat it. I wish I could cook like that."

"I'm sure you could cook like that if you wanted." Adam smiled as he put his coat over a chair in the room.

"I can't cook, I'm really bad at it," she laughed.

"Take a class then, I think the chef here gives some cooking classes," Adam offered.

"That sounds like it could be fun, and you would try whatever it was that I'd cook," she asked curiously.

"Yep, well, anything but snails," Adam said making a face.

"Okay, no snails, I'll remember that." Amy laughed as she sat on the couch and turned on the television to Iron Chef America. "Now that's one arena I'll never have a match in."

"You never know, you could be a great chef, we just don't know yet." Just as the secret ingredient was to be revealed the phone rang. Adam hopped off the couch and answered the phone.

"Hello? Oh hey Mr. McMahon, how's it going?" Adam said happily as he watched Amy who was waiting in anticipation of the ingredient. "What…well is she? Oh God…yeah, I'll tell her. Bye."

"Adam what's wrong?" Amy asked now completely ignoring her show.

"It's Trish," he stammered, "Matt got to her."