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Startling Advance

Amy hugged her legs to her chest as she rocked herself back and forth digesting the news that she had just heard. Matt had gone to Trish in his search for Amy and put the small blonde's head through a mirror, now she might not wake up. Adam came over to the couch where Amy was sitting and held her close.

"Jay's at the hospital with her now," he said softly as he ran a hand through her hair. "The doctor says she should wake up, but the longer she stays unconscious the harder it will be for her to wake up. Police can't really do much until she wakes up either."

"So he's still out there then," Amy asked, her voice sounding shaky.

"Yeah, but he still doesn't know where we are, Trish didn't even know," Adam assured.

"Great, so he's just going to hurt more of our friends until he finds us. Let's just go, find him and stop this," Amy suggested.

"That's not exactly a safe option, we need to stay here," Adam sighed. "Besides, the only people Matt would think to go after now would be Jason and Chris. Jason's not leaving that hospital and Chris is in LA doing some VH1 stuff. I don't think he'll even try to go after them."

"Guess you're right," Amy said quietly.

"Good," Adam smiled before turning to the television. "So what was the secret ingredient?"

"Pizza dough," she replied, not nearly as interested in the show as she once was.

"What kind of secret ingredient is that," Adam laughed. The two sat and finished watching the battle with Adam trying to debate who should win with Amy who just seemed to be in some other place. Once the show was finished, Adam excused himself to take a shower, nearly forgetting the plastic bag necessary to cover his cast. When he was in the bathroom and Amy was sure he was in the shower, she grabbed her shoes and purse and left the room.

Matt fumed as he paced the hotel room he was staying in. The Stratus bitch really didn't know where Amy was. He couldn't believe that Amy hadn't told her where she was hiding with Adam. Adam, that had to be it. Copeland would have been smart enough to make sure no one knew where they were. Matt couldn't believe that someone he once counted as a closed friend was trying to keep him from what was rightfully his. Not that any of it mattered, he would find Copeland and that bitch and then, they would pay. Just then his phone started to ring; hopefully it was someone with information on Amy.

"Talk to me," he said as he answered the phone.

"Dude, did you find your whore yet," Shane asked with a laugh.

"No, Stratus turned out to be a dead end," Matt rolled his eyes thinking of the time he wasted coming here.

"What about Jay or Chris?"

"If Trish didn't know they wouldn't," he sighed.

"So who else is there," Shane asked as he had an idea. "Copeland's mom, think she'd know anything?"

"She might." Matt scratched his head as he made a plan. "Shane can you find me all of that stuff from Amy and Cody? I want to send a message to someone."

Adam came out of the bathroom dressed for bed, drying his hair with a towel. The television was still on, as were all of the room's lights, but Adam didn't see Amy. Looking around the room he noticed her bags were all still there but her purse and shoes were missing. Quickly he pulled a pair of jeans over his pj pants and slid into his shoes as he grabbed a shirt; grabbing his room key card as he rushed out of the room in search for the redhead.

He went down the hall to the vending area, but saw no one. He decided to check downstairs next as he got in an elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. When the doors opened Adam scanned the lobby for Amy, but still had no luck.

"Have you seen the woman I'm here with," he asked a passing bellman. "She's tall with dark red hair, probably wearing a black dress…"

"Yeah," the bellman said as Adam sighed in relief. "She went in the bar, still there I believe."

"Thank you," Adam said gratefully as he entered the bar and saw Amy sitting alone at the end of the bar throwing back a shot. Adam almost ran to where Amy was sitting as he watched her order another drink. "Amy, what are you doing here?"

"Adam, you found me," she slurred as she graciously took the drink from the bartender and shot it back and motioned for another drink.

"How much have you had to drink," Adam asked curiously.

"This many," Amy held up seven fingers as she smiled goofily, "or was it more? I don't know but the drinks sure are good!" Amy went to drink her new beverage in front of her but Adam stopped her and took the glass out of her hand.

"I think you've had enough to drink." Amy looked at Adam curiously for a moment before she started giggling.

"You know that's Trish's favorite drink? Yep, favorite drink. She liked to make those for me anytime I could get away from Matt. She always thought if she made me drink enough I'd tell her all about mean Matt. It never worked, nope, never worked. And now, because of me, she'll never wake up and she'll never get to have another one of those again," suddenly, Amy started to cry. "All my fault, all my fault. It's all my fault."

"No, no," Adam soothed as he hugged her close. "None of this is your fault. And Trish is going to wake up and everything's going to be fine, I promise."

"You smell really nice," Amy sighed as Adam continued to hold her close.

"Come on, let's go upstairs," he laughed as he left money to cover Amy's drinks and probably many more. Slowly, he helped her off the barstool and steadied her as they walked to the elevator.

The two entered the elevator and Amy stood leaning on the wall as Adam pushed the button. Unprepared for the elevator's sudden assent, Amy stumbled forward and nearly fell but was caught by Adam. Amy giggled as he helped her back up and kept a steadying arm around her. He led her to their room and opened the door and helped her in. She kicked off her heels and gracefully dropped her purse next to her as she started to stumble to the couch only to be tripped by one of her heels. Once again Adam caught her, this time from behind, and he helped her up again and led her to the couch.

"You're always there for me, helping me," Amy slurred eyeing the blonde man next to her.

"Well, I care about you and…"

"I care about you too you know. I have for a while, since before Matt," she said cutting Adam off. Before he had the chance to respond to what Amy was telling him Amy had leaned over and kissed him. Off guard as he was, he still kissed her back, the way he had wanted to so many times before, ignoring the part of him saying this was wrong for the moment. Amy's kisses became more passionate with each passing second and her hands had now wandered from Adam's hair to the button on his jeans. As Amy undid the button and moved for the zipper Adam's eyes shot open and his hands quickly went to take Amy's from his jeans as he broke the kiss.

"Amy we can't," he said nearly breathless.

"Why not," she protested. "I want you and I know that you want me. So why…"

"Because it's not that simple," Adam sighed unable to believe what he was turning down.

"Let me show you how simple it can be," she whispered as she kissed Adam again, only this time he quickly pulled away.

"Amy, you're drunk," he said, his will power barely holding out.

"So what," she snapped. "I might be a little drunk, but if anything it's helping me go for something I've wanted for so long."

"Amy, I…" Adam started before Amy put a finger to his lips silencing him.

"Shhh…no more words," she whispered as she captured his lips in a kiss again. As Adam tried to lean back and out of the kiss Amy stayed with him until he was laying on the couch with Amy on top of him. She started to move for the zipper of his jeans once again when Adam's hand pulled hers away. This time she managed to take Adam's hand and move it to her breast. His will depleting, he cupped her breast massaging it slightly as Amy began to lavish kisses along his neck. As she kissed gently along his collar bone Amy finally managed to unzip Adam's jeans enough that she could slid her hand under the pj pants he was still wearing under them. Gently, she wrapped her hand around his erect member and that touch was all it took to snap Adam back to reality causing him to sit up, bringing Amy with him.

"This isn't right," he said between heavy breaths.

"What's not right about it Adam," she demanded. "I know you want me, and I want you more than you could know, so why can't we be together?"

"Not like this," he moved off the couch and re-did his jeans praying the red head would drop it.

"Not like what? Not with a woman who wants you so badly she's throwing herself at you?"

"I always thought if this was going to happen you'd be sober," Adam reasoned as Amy got up and walked toward him.

"What does being sober have to do with it?"

"Because it's pretty apparent to me that you need to be drunk in order to stop thinking about Matt," he yelled in frustration regretting the words the moment he spoke them.

"Fuck you," Amy yelled, tears visible in her eyes as she turned and went in the bathroom locking the door behind her. Adam sighed as he raked his good hand through his hair, he really screwed up. Not knowing what else to do, he called the one person he thought could help.

"Man, you do you know what time it is," a groggy voice answered.

"Yeah, look, Amy needs you, can you come out here…please," Adam said praying he would help.

"Sure, let me get a pen and paper," the man said riffling through what sounded like a desk.

"Thanks Jeff, I owe you."